When my friends and I walked away, I turned back and caught him still staring at me, which made us both laugh. It was something that was better to do than to talk about doing. Indian Sex Josh, I knew, was as confused about what this entailed as I was. I’d had sex, I’d done drugs, my parents were getting a divorce—I was not popular, but you couldn’t say I was prissy. We would sleep together once in a while, if we both happened to be single, and sometimes even if we didn’t, until eventually we both grew up and reached the age when you stop wishing you were older and more worldly and start wishing you could be young again. I dropped acid when I was thirteen. I don’t remember what we talked about, but it didn’t matter. It was clear to all of us that this was special, that we would remember it, and that the night could end only one way: my friend would go back to the woods and I would walk down Commercial Street in the dawn with Austin and get into his bed.
