**Callan
“Bro, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m the driver?” Roman said, booting me over into the passenger side of the golf cart.
Roman was pretty much my best friend. We were cousins who grew up together on the same street, and we even went to the same college. Some people joked that we were soulmates, two halves of the same person.
It actually made a lot of sense, considering how opposite we were and how well we got along despite that. And as far as I knew, even soulmates could irritate you.
I let him push me over since I didn’t have the stamina to fight him all day. I’d had a terrible night’s sleep because I kept waking up from the same dream of the girl on the fire escape.
Every time I closed my eyes, we were kissing, we were looking up at the stars, we were swing
