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“Can we paint a dick?”
“You gonna whip yours out for us and be a penis model? We might need a magnifying glass.”
“Why doesn’t any of this paint have glitter?”
“Can I use my dick as the paintbrush?”
“Will you stop talking about your dick? Let Danny speak.”
“I’m gonna need more wine for this.”
“You’ve already had three. I’m not fishinganyof you out of the Summersweet Island pond tonight.”
“Anyone want a pot cookie?”
“No!” the entire room, including myself, shouts at Bodhi when he holds up his baggie.
He shrugs, helping himself to another one, and Danny just gives me a look over everyone’s head that says,“Well, these are our people, and this is our life now.”
And I just smile as she starts instructing everyone what color they’re first going to use to start painting a picture of a beautiful beach scene at sunset, which she painted yesterday and hung up on the wall for a sample today. She turns away and dips her brush in the blue paint, and everyone follows her instructions and mimics what she’s doing as she starts slowly dragging her brush across the middle of the blank canvas in front of her.
I’ve never felt happier, more alive, or more listened to about whatIwant, all because of Danny. I get to be a simple math teacher and bowling coach, and I get to come home every day to the most amazing, talented, sexy, badass woman I’ve ever met, who did the wildest thing she’s ever done by kissing a stranger in a pizza shop. She loves me a little bit nerdy, and she loves me a little bit wild. She just loves me forme,no matter what that looks like—khakis, polyester bowling shirts, Legos, and all.
It’s a powerful feeling that I’ve quickly learned to trust and to believe in. And by her helping me finally be honest with my father, it madehimadmit he wasn’t quite ready to retire as the mayor of Summersweet. He loves the job too much to let it go, and he’s going to run for another term in a few weeks, which I know he’ll win by a landslide. I don’t know if he’ll ever really heal from my mom leaving, but at least he no longer gets sad when she calls to check in and doesn’t ask to speak with him. I even overheard him asking Danny for dating advice last week when we were over there for dinner.
“Yo, Ryan!” Bodhi shouts. “Get that monster cock in here, and paint with us!”
All I can do is groan with a smile on my face while a blush heats my cheeks, as Palmer, Shepherd, Quinn, and Dean all clap and cheer when I step into the garage to join them, taking a beer that Palmer offers me as I sit down.
“Can I continue teaching you all how to paint now, or do you want to keep talking about dicks and cocks all night?” Danny asks, and all I can do is cheer and shout right along with my friends, like a bunch of immature fools, when she says those words.
This is our life. Our perfect, somewhat crazy, amazing, magical life on Summersweet Island. Friends with all the cool kids, surrounded by people who support us and love us, no matter what wild things we might do together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And next week, when we go over to the mainland for the State Championship Bowling Tournament that my awesome team made it to the finals of again, Danny and I just might make a stop at Giovanni’s on the way home and get another free pizza… where I just might be planning to get down on one knee and propose to her—for real this time.
But, you know, I’m totally going to go back and pay for the pizza, even if they insist. Because it’s the nice thing to do.
The End
