Every week, without fail, Turtle always talked to Finn as he lit the fire.
“See, Finn Man? Told you we would have that bonfire to celebrate.”
I could almost hear Finn’s laugh every time he said it. I usually imagined Jake’s soft chuckle next to me, too.
The crazy thing was, on warm summer nights, when the light from the moon hit just right, sometimes I swore I could see the two of them surfing together.
Every time I caught the distinct silhouettes of Jake and Finn bobbing on their boards in the ocean, my heart stopped. It was like I could really hear their deep, content voices trickling in with the tide as they teased each other.
Though I could never make out their faces, I always liked to think that they were happy and that they were laughing and smiling along with us.
The End
