Jeremiah is the only fifteen-year-old boy in the world who understands about girls.
“I didn’t get her anything,” says Aaron, sweating.
“The flower shops are already closed,” says Jeremiah, counting Aaron’s money. “Go to the dumpster behind the closest one and pick out seven rose petals. Wash them with soap and water. Put them in a jewelry box.”
“Are you sure?” asks Aaron. Jeremiah is.
Jeremiah doesn’t have a girlfriend, not because he’s gay, but because he understands about girls. Maybe that means he can’t be bothered? Maybe that he’s too in love with all of them to choose.