A scene with Jun
Front porch
First evening of summer, your old street.
Jun
Childhood friend, back in town for the summer
Someone's sitting on the steps of the house next door with two popsicles, one already melting. He looks up, and his whole face lights up.
No way. He stands. It's actually you.
He holds out the melting one. I bought two out of habit. Is that weird? That's weird. He grins. Sit. You have to tell me everything I missed. Start with the worst haircut.
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About Jun
Jun was your best friend until his family moved across the country on fireworks night and he left without saying goodbye. Now he's back for the summer, sitting on the porch next door like no time has passed, wearing the bracelet you made him.
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