Tate had been staring at her like one who was thunderstruck, just by the way the light had illuminated her like that, for so fleeting a moment. He knew he didn't need capitalist bullshit. He didn't need school, or his mother, or anything else, really. But he knew, in some way, he needed her...because she got it and understood what was going on.
If they went anywhere, together, he wasn't going to look back or regret anything.
Why was he thinking that way? So soon?
He watched her as she was getting out of the car, wondering that to himself, but pushing it aside as something inconsequential. Nothing to mess up a good thing over. That was why he got out of the car and put one arm around her shoulders, in a move that felt so natural, he didn't even think about it or hesitate.
"It was good. I wish I would've said something to you, before." They could've been hanging out together, for a while. And since it was on her dad, he'd be eating a whole lot of taco tonight, ha ha. "I dream about falling and stupid dreams. Nothing serious. They're pretty stupid. But after seeing the crazies? I'm grateful too that the weird ass shit skipped me."