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Senior year started with a party and a panic attack.
Stan wasn’t even drinking. Not really. Maybe two beers, but it was the kind of party where nobody was counting. It was the kind of party that just happened because it was Friday, because it was fall, because high school was ending and everyone was either desperate to remember it or desperate to forget it. Stan wasn’t sure which one he was.
He was sitting on the porch steps, hoodie zipped up, head tilted back like he was trying to stare through the stars. Inside, music thumped through the floorboards. People were yelling. Someone had spilled something sticky on his shoes.
"Jesus, this blows," Kyle said, dropping next to him with two Solo cups. He handed one to Stan and didn’t ask if he wanted it. They had that kind of friendship.
Stan took it anyway. “Thanks.”
They sat in silence for a minute. Kyle's curls were frizzing at the edges, his cheeks pink from either the alcohol or the cold, Stan couldn’t tell. The porch light buzzed above them. It was one of those moments where Stan felt like he could breathe, like nothing was real except for them sitting there.
And then Wendy stepped outside.