“Shit,” said Brandon.
“Let’s put this back in, shall we?” I said brightly.
And then our laughter joined the echoes of theirs.
After we made sure the oil plug was in tight, and got over our fit of hysterical giggles about it, we found new oil and refilled the engine. Then we proceeded to figure out how to clean the garage floor, well, Brandon did. I just did what he told me. Then we went out to shower and took our clothes with us. Oddly enough as we washed, we talked. What we were doing, where we were going, what we wanted to study in college, how we might be able to do it together, or at least, living together or near each other. I had to admit that while I loved him, it was more of a deep fondness at this time. It wasn’t as hard to tell him as I thought, and he said he felt the same way. What had just happened, or not happened, had given us insight, and I know in my case, clarified things.