Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong.
With nothing but fine dust and mud between us, I slid right over to them—right into Liam’s outstretched hands.
“No fair,” I whined.
“Come on, Green,” he said. “You could use a good dance.”
Zu spun around us, waving her arms in time to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” I put my hand over Liam’s, letting him drop it over one of his shoulders. He took my other hand without asking, and held it lightly in his own. “Step up on my feet.”
I gave him what I hoped was an incredulous look.
“Trust me,” he said. “Come on, before our song is over.”
Against all my better judgment, I put my feet over his, waiting for him to wince at my weight.