Steve’s smile widens to a grin. “And that first night, we played all the songs with dirty words and the door was closed so we didn’t have to censor anything.”
“Oh yeah!” I exclaim. “What rebels we were! Somehow I just don’t get the same pleasure out being able to play nasty songs in my dorm room.” Steve laughs. “And then they made us keep one of the big overhead door open every time. The parental trust was overwhelming. They were paranoid and they didn’t even know that Jerry and I were supposedly going out.”
“God, you always did steal all my friends away from me, didn’t you?” he asks.
“Sure, but it wasn’t my fault they all thought I was cooler than you.” I punch him playfully. “Anyway that is what you get for having a twin sister.”
“I guess so. Besides, it went both ways.”
“Yeah, man, Stacy was my best friend until the time she came over and met you. She never bothered to hang out with me after that.”
Steve grins. “Yeah, I know, but it’s not my fault she thought I was cooler than you.”
“Whatever,” I reply.
Another installment of the last short story I wrote during my first semester freshman year of college. Early shit, yo.
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