"What? Like you aren't obsessed with Star Wars. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!" He tossed a small pinch of sand in Lukas' direction, giving the other boy a childish, sour look.
Somehow he had gotten onto the wrong train of thought. He watched a few stray clouds go by, some unreadable look on his face. He lay still, listening to Luke's plan. It made sense, but that wasn't what he had been getting at. The point was that people liked Lukas.
Something wrong? "Psh. No." He sat up abruptly, sulkily grabbing handfuls of sand and letting it spill through his fingers, going suspiciously quiet for a minute. He wouldn't look at Lukas, just watched the grains of sand pile up under his hand. "...I dunno."
"Do you ever feel like, sometimes, like nothing lasts?"