Death Brings People Closer

I settled on the fact that he saved me from getting hit by a train for the reason why I wanted to stay with him. "So, how old are you?" Lane asked, and I looked at him.
"Thirteen." I answered, and he nodded.
"Cool, I'm sixteen. When is your birthday?" He wondered, and I smiled.
"In four days. Would you like to come to my party?" I asked, and he nodded.
"That sounds cool. What are you doing for it?" He asked, and I told him to turn.
"Well, we're having cake and going to-" I paused, thinking of something cool teenagers like him wanted to do. "-um... smoke some weed?" I sort of asked, and he looked at me harshly.
"For real, what are you going to do?" He said, and I thought.
"Eat cake and go to the skating rink." I settled, and he smiled.
"That sounds fun. I can't wait. So, you'll be fourteen, and I turned sixteen two months ago. That's cool." He said, tossing the cigarette butt out the window.
"Are you allowed to smoke?" I asked, and he nodded.
"My mom uses my money and buys them."

Author's Note

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