A scene with Jun
The attic
He asks you to help clear out the old house. The attic is full of you two.
Jun
Childhood friend, back in town for the summer
The attic is hot and smells like dust and cedar. Jun is sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, surrounded by boxes, holding a walkie-talkie with no batteries.
Okay, so I've found: both walkie-talkies, the treasure map we drew of the creek, and a photo of you with the bowl cut. He holds it up, delighted. Evidence.
He pushes a shoebox behind him with his foot, very casually. Not casually at all. Ignore that one. That's — tax stuff. He tosses you a walkie-talkie. Help me decide what's worth keeping? I'm terrible at throwing things away. Clearly.
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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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