kissing Mimi Park, two years after I met her. I am kissing her even though I often told myself that I would probably never see her again. At night, sometimes, when I was awake and thinking of her, I told myself that maybe we werenât supposed to be together. Maybe, somehow, I got confused. Just because a person reveals something to you about yourself doesnât mean theyâre meant to do more than that. So just because catching a glimpse of Mimi that first timeâand then each time afterâmade every part of me glow, made me want to press against her, didnât mean she was the one for me. Maybe all it meant was that I needed something different from what I was getting. I needed a girl .
But Iâm three years older than I was then. Iâve kissed a few girls by now. I think Iâve even been in love. But nothing has ever felt like this.
Iâm up against the trunk now, her hands on my face, in my hair, along my ribs, and then on the small of my back. Iâm holding on to a smaller branch, afraid to let go.
âWeâre gonna fall out of this tree,â I murmur, her mouth on my neck.
She pulls away. I want her back. She drops onto the grass, and I drop down after her. The ocean glitters below us. The sky is blue and clear. The tree is still magic. She pulls me down to the earth, and she kisses me again, and again, and I shift my body until sheâs under me, her hair against the moss, her eyes open wide, her lips still wet and smiling.
âI donât feel sad,â I say.
She laughs and says, âGood. Thatâs good. I donât, either.â
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âItâs Flora and Mimi,â Travis calls out when we get back, and just that sentenceâjust our names, joined by and âit floods me with happiness all over again.
âItâs hiking time,â Hope says.
Mimi kicks up her foot. âI only brought my sandals!â
âOh, please,â Travis says. âItâs not that kind of hike.â
We walk into redwood groves, where itâs almost as dark as night, where the air is so much cooler, and then out of them again, into the sun. We walk cliffside with the ocean crashing below us, wildflowers growing between rocks, and into the tiniest meadow Iâve ever seen, where we sit in a circle to rest.
I discover a cluster of California poppies next to me.
âI would pick you one,â I tell Mimi, âif it wasnât illegal.â
âLaws are for breaking.â She leans over my lap and snaps a stem, weaves the poppy into my hair.
She looks at me.
âPerfect,â she says, and Hope agrees, but Travis squints and shakes his head.
âShe needs a second one for symmetry.â
He plucks another and hands it to Mimi, and I donât know how I got so lucky, to be here with the three of them. It makes no sense that we would meet again the way we did, in a summer school class, us the only rising seniors in a classroom full of fifteen-year-olds.
âI have a question,â I say.
âTell us,â Hope says.
âWhyâ how âare you all in geometry?â
âWeâre doomed when it comes to math,â Hope says. âWeâve always been behind.â
Mimi says, âIt was the only class we had together last semester. First the teacher separated us because we couldnât stop talking to each otherââ
âNo exaggeration,â Travis says. âIt was, like, physically impossible for us to stop talking.â
âAnd then we spent the whole time texting.â
Hope shakes her head. âIt was terrible. I tried to ignore my phone, but they kept shooting me meaningful looks. We all got Ds! And now here we are in summer school and weâre all together again .â
Travis says, âItâs our second time through, and none of us are learning anything.â
âYou guys,â I say. âWhat you need to understand is that geometry is the best