It was hard living in El Paso without Dante.

It was weird Aristotle even had a thought like that. It felt gross in his mind. He thought about it a lot. Dante Quintana. Dante. DANTE.

Ari had no other friends. He would admit that. He ignored the letters Dante sent him. He felt guilty. He was letting Dante down. He was still mad Dante caused him to break both his legs.

...No he wasn't.

Ari read the letters, but didn't respond. The letters were too personal. Talking about experimenting, and masturbation. He literally asked Ari if he jerked off. What was his problem?

Ari knew it was just Dante being honest. Dante was always honest. He was even honest in his letters when he confessed he thought of kissing boys. And he was scared Ari wouldn't want to be his best friend anymore.

Ari missed Dante Quintana. He missed him. And his honesty. Ari didn't send any letters yet.