The boy could not have been older than eleven. Maybe twelve. I couldn't guess by his size, kids are really downsizing these days. But his eyes were wide and bright, and framed with long, curling lashes. He gestured to his friend, who was even slighter than him. Their backpacks overtook their whole bodies.
The boy named Gus glanced back to the seats his friend was standing by, claimed just for the two of them.
"Alright," he said easily, and went over to plop himself next to his friend.
Gus was in a red, hooded sweatshirt and his friend was in a green long-sleeved shirt. Together, they looked like Christmas. As the boy in green began chattering away--he was clearly the more animated of the two--I realized I couldn't guess the age of their friendship either. They could have been friends since the day they sat next to each other in kindergarten and Gus admired his friend's Batman backpack, or they could have just banded together just today after being be rejected by the same girl (stupid Cara, who needed her anyway?).
Whatever their connection, they were so perfectly amiable and I was overtaken with envy. How unaffected was their friendship! Unaffected by petty jealousies, spiteful jabs, and hurtful criticisms. Unaffected by warped expectations, ulterior motives, and false pretensions.
Maybe it's time I reevaluated my relationships.
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