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slim-fitting hoodie and a pair of jeans, so I don’t understand what
that would give away.
    Every time I left Milo home alone at night,
I felt terrible. Sure, he was fifteen, and we’d spent most of our
lives alone, but it still never felt right to me.
    He didn’t really want me
to go because he didn’t know what I was up to, but he assured me
that he’d be fine playing World of
Warcraft on the computer and he’d barely
even notice I was gone.
    Jack arrived promptly at six-thirty, washing
away any feelings of guilt or trepidation. As soon as I saw him, I
just felt at ease and vaguely contented.
    “ Hey,” Jack smiled broadly
when I hopped into his car.
    “ Thanks,” I said. “For all
this.”
    “ All what?” Jack looked
confused as we pulled away from my building, speeding towards First
Ave.
    “ The ride, the tickets,
saving my life,” I elaborated.
    “ Oh, that,” he laughed.
“It’s really not a problem. Trust me.”
    “ Just because it wasn’t a
problem for you doesn’t me that I’m not grateful,” I pointed
out.
    “ Fair enough,” he allowed.
“Well, you’re welcome then.”
    Parking downtown should’ve been impossible,
but he managed to find a spot half a block away. It was obvious
that he could walk much faster than I could, but he kept his pace
to match mine, making me feel guilty for holding him up.
    It was almost seven when we reached the
door, and I knew part of the problem was because I slowed us down.
I started to apologize, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
    By the time I saw all the kids inside, I had
already resigned myself to standing in the back, unable to catch
sight of the band onstage. Jack took my hand to weave us through
the crowd, and there was something very odd about his touch.
    His skin was neither hot nor cold. It just
felt… temperature-less. Although his skin was tremendously soft, it
reminded me of a lizard. The way they can’t regulate their
temperature at all, so they’re always whatever temperature the room
is or whatever’s touching them.
    We made our way up close to the stage, but
thanks to my height, it did me little good. When the band came out
and the crowd rushed forward, I ended up with my head smooshed into
the back of the guy in front of me.
    Jack managed to stand his ground, creating a
little pocket of unmashedness. He noticed my predicament, and
rather deftly, he scooped me up and dropped me on his shoulders, so
my legs were straddling his neck.
    I became very conscious of the fact that I
weighed something over a hundred pounds (the exact amount is
irrelevant) and that had to be heavy. Hell, fifty pounds sounded
heavy when it’s sitting on your shoulders.
    “ Let me know if I get too
heavy,” I shouted over the music.
    “ You won’t!” Jack yelled
back, and I knew that was true.
    Throughout the entire show (which was
spectacular), he never faltered or even hinted at putting me down.
When the crowd started to disperse, I was still on his shoulders,
and I thought he might carry me out. Instead, he lifted me up off
his shoulders and set me on the ground.
    “ Holy cow!” I said after
he’d put me down. “You must eat like a double dose of Wheaties
every day!”
    “ What are you talking
about?” Jack asked, looking at me like I was insane.
    “ You’re super strong!”
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his bicep, trying to
feel some massive amounts of hidden muscle, but honestly, it felt
pretty ordinary.
    “ You’re just really light.”
Jack started walking away, attempting to end that line of
conversation, but I hurried after him.
    “ What’s your angle?” I
asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding.
    “ Isosceles,” Jack
quipped.
    “ What?” If Milo had been
there, he probably would’ve understood the reference, but geometry
wasn’t my thing.
    “ You asked me what my angle
was, so I said isosceles,” Jack explained, looking down at me to
make sure that he wasn’t losing me in the crowd. “It’s a type of