But even more so, I hated how Dad always looked disappointed in me when I didn’t want to do the things he was into, like fishing, hunting, and sports.

I liked libraries, and spelling bees, and writing, and Kennedy.

Dad didn’t understand any of those things, which made it hard for him to understand me.

“Landscaping isn’t a woman thing, Cole. The landscaping world is mostly filled with men, and to make Jaxson feel bad about it is disrespectful,” Mom said, backing me up like she always did when it came to Dad being disappointed in me not being more like him.

I guessed that was why she was my best mom-friend. She always had my back.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t get dirty with the job. He doesn’t do any heavy lifting or actual work,” Dad argued. Every time he did this—put me down—my stomach would flip.

Last month, Mom said if he didn’t stop it, she’d leave him, but I didn’t think that was true. She had a way of loving him even when he didn’t deserve to be loved that much.

“Drop it, Cole,” Mom ordered.

He grumbled under his breath and raked his hand through his black hair, which was slowly turning gray. He looked at me for a second before walking out of the room.

I sat up a little, feeling a knot in my throat. “Maybe I should go with him so he’s not mad at me.”

“No. You are your own individual human, Jaxson, and your father doesn’t get to turn you into something you don’t want to be. If you don’t like fishing, that is the end of the conversation.”

I lowered my head. “I wish he was nice like you.”

She kissed my forehead then gave me a tight hug. “You’re perfect the way you are, son. Don’t you ever forget that.”

The next day, Mom tossed my suitcase into the car, and we headed off to camp.

After I got settled in and Mom cried because she was going to miss me over the coming weeks, we said goodbye, and I grabbed my gift for Kennedy and rushed back to the front of the main hall to wait for her to arrive. I sat on top of a giant rock for what felt like hours. When that yellow car with the markings all over it pulled around, my heart just about jumped out of my chest and ran straight into Kennedy’s arms.

When she saw me, she sprinted toward me, shouting my name so loud the aliens on Mars could probably hear her screams. “Jax! Jax! Jaxxxxxxxxxxxx!” she called out, running wildly in my direction with wild arms. Even though she was so embarrassing, and people were staring at us like we were insane, I didn’t care. Kennedy did that for me. She helped me not care that much about what other people thought.

She crashed into my arms, and we laughed as we tumbled over to the ground like complete dorks. The more Kennedy laughed, the more I did, too, because she had the kind of laugh that made everyone chuckle along with her.

She pinned me down and straightened my crooked glasses. “You got new glasses!” she exclaimed.

I sighed.

She noticed.

“You have purple hair.”

She sighed. “You noticed.” She hugged me again.

“I missed you, Sun,” I said, hugging her tighter.

She smiled big, which made me smile bigger. “I missed you, too, Moon. I missed you so much I got you a present!”

“I got you one, too!”

We scrambled to our feet, and I handed her my perfectly wrapped gift. She went digging into her backpack and pulled out her perfectly imperfect gift, which was wrapped in newspaper with way too much tape.

“You first!” She nodded as she jumped up and down with glee.

I rushed to rip the paper open and smiled big when I saw what she’d made me. It was a friendship bracelet with a moon charm on it.

She then held up her arm to show off her matching sun bracelet. “So people will always know we’re best friends.”

I slid it on really fast and couldn’t stop smiling.

“Do you like it?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“I love it! I’m never gonna take it off. Now, open yours.”

She tore off the wrapping paper, and her eyes got big when she saw the notebook. “A book of birds?” she asked, reading the cover.

“Yeah. I researched a lot of different kinds of birds and wrote all about them. There’s over thirty! I even drew pictures of them so we can see what we can find when we go on our hikes. And I have two sets of binoculars in my suitcases if we want see the birds up close and—”

Before I could say anything, Kennedy was crashing into me, laying her lips to mine, and she was…?

Wait.

Is this my…?

Did she just…?

Ohmygoshsheiskissingme!

We were kissing!

Kissssssing!

Jax and Kennedy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Okay, we weren’t sitting in a tree, we were standing next to a rock, but it didn’t matter because I’d just had my first kiss. My first kiss with my best friend, Kennedy Lost.