The trampoline dipped under my weight slightly - not really enough to offset his at its central point though, and when he shifted the whole thing pulled, knocking me to my hands and knees. He laughed a little as he bounced a couple centimeters in the air, while I carefully crawled to join him.
The physics dynamics of a trampoline are tricky.
I rolled over onto my back, and I could feel gravity lightly press my side into his after he flopped backward to join me.
Now I'm not sure if you've ever seen the moon from New York in the spring. No, I don't mean New York City. You can't see anything from the city - it's too loaded up with streetlights, cars, neon signs... The city can't give you nighttime, just nightlife.
This is the moon from real New York. Streetlights are few and far between. Houses give off some soft light and the only neon sign in town is fairly unoffensive.
The stars shine out like little holes poked through a velvet blanket, with Heaven peeking through. And the moon? It's huge. Bright. Beautiful. Like some sort of divine jewel - you can't help but wanting to try to reach for it no matter how far away it is.
"I'm scared." I said. Nothing more. I didn't look to see his reaction, but I wondered what he was thinking.
He didn't respond, so I felt for his hand. He took mine, squeezing it lightly, and I wondered if he knew the feeling.
I wondered if he ever felt afraid of being far from his boyfriend, or the legal trouble he had gotten in. I wondered if he was afraid of losing the friends he had left. Was he afraid of losing me too?
We laid there for at least half an hour. The air was getting cold, but neither of us moved. He'd had the common sense to wear his hoodie out, whereas I was stuck in just a t-shirt, but I blocked out the chill and sighed softly.
It was then that I heard, very quietly to the point of almost being nonexistant, the sound of his voice saying the words, "Me too."
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