Staten Island Summer Page #9

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Danny, this is beautiful.

My dad used to take me here

when I was little

to look at the stars,

but you can't really see them

because of the city.

All the lights on the bridge were

little stars strung together.

Wait, um, how old

were you again?

You're kind of funny, for a

kid who's going to Harvard.

I'm a little jealous.

At least you're

getting out of here.

You're doing something

exciting with your life.

And I would kill

to get off this island.

You can't leave. You're the

Queen of Staten Island.

Do you know how

horrible that sounds?

I mean, would you want to

be the King of New Jersey?

I would, but they keep

electing Bruce Springsteen.

I feel like you're

the kind of girl

who wants to marry me,

but not kiss me.

Well, I feel like you're the kind

of guy that wants to kiss me,

but doesn't want to marry me.

What if we pretended to be different

kinds of people for one night?

Okay.

You know we're not

having sex, right?

Oh, I couldn't. I'd be thinking

about your dad the whole time.

That's disgusting.

Aw, Frankie.

Skootch.

Hey, man,

I got something for you.

What? Seriously?

Yeah, you earned it, man.

I mean, even a boner rescue

is technically a save.

You could totally work

here again next summer.

That's awesome, man.

Welcome to the big pool, kid.

What are you gonna do?

Probably just gonna stroll home.

Finish this beer.

Beyond that, I have no idea.

You're the best, Skootch.

Uh-oh.

Look at what we have here.

Oh, my God. That looks like

a number-one party dude.

Shirt wide open.

It was a good night, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

Yes, it was.

Come. I'll walk

you home. All right?

Hey.

Make us proud, you idiot.

Bye, Danny.

You know what? Give it a while

before you tell anyone at Harvard

you're from Staten Island.

- Okay?

- Yeah, don't do that.

Good luck with the exam.

Thank you, man.

I appreciate that.

You know, I'm trying to be

more eer-uh-dy-tee.

Oh, my God. That was really

close to being a real word.

How about that?

Peace. See ya.

Bye. Later, guys.

I'll give you guys a minute.

I'll meet you out front. Okay.

That's a thing.

Congrats.

Thank you.

So, did you end up having sex?

No. You?

Yes.

What? Yes, I know.

F***. I'm sorry.

I realize that

that's something we were

supposed to do together

but separate.

You know, it's fine.

I'm happy for you.

If it makes you feel any

better, that's Rebecca.

Wow.

Really? Yep.

They're identical twins,

did you know that?

I always thought Rebecca

was the cutest of the two.

Yeah. Me, too.

You know, I'm going

to miss you, Frank.

I know.

I'll come up

every other weekend.

You'll introduce me

to your Harvard friends and

I'll reintroduce

you to my parents.

This isn't the end

of Frank and Danny.

We're still best friends.

We are.

Come here.

There he is. Hey.

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm so late.

How was Disney?

It was great.

It was very fun.

I'm really sorry I missed it.

No, I'm sorry.

I overreacted. I just...

All right. Oh!

Oh, my baby.

I'm gonna miss you.

Me, too.

Are you sure you still

want us to drive you up?

'Cause if you want to go

alone, we understand that.

I'd really like you guys

to drive me up.

Good, because we were

going to regardless. Come on.

One sec.

I need to grab something.

Hurry.

I can't believe he said yes.

Now we have to drive him.

Got everything? Yep.

All right.

And we're off.

Yo, check this out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wassup?

Wassup, baby?

What you got?

Wassup? What you got?

What you got?

Come on, Pixy!

Wait, wait, wait.

He's got a gun.

Oh, sh*t.

- Give me that.

- Sorry. I'm sorry.

Never. Sorry.

We still loved the rap, though.

Pixy! Pixy! Pixy! Pixy!

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