Tyler was still holding my hand. He hadn’t let go of it the entire ride home. “What if we just stay here?” he asked, staring up at the house. The sky had gone dark, the moon just visible above the trees, a spattering of stars beyond it.
“In the driveway?” I laughed.
“In this car. We could order pizza, tip the seats back, and sleep. Skip school tomorrow and listen to every CD in my glove compartment. Get Chinese food and have my little brother drop off some clothes. We’d only go inside to use the bathroom and the phone.”