They were my only two real friends and if they fought I’d’ve had to fix it. “I don’t want you to lick me,” Michael said. Maybe that shit works in Bronxville, but not with us.” Ain’t nobody here gonna lick you because you smell like bananas. “I don’t know why you wanna smell like food. I guess I smelled like bananas, too, but I couldn’t smell anything but the polish, and I didn’t think she could, either. Earlier, when Jasmine had gone to the bathroom, I’d let Michael rub sunscreen gently into my back. Never mind that Michael was lighter than Jasmine and I was lighter than Michael, and really all three of us burned. That’s them white girls you’ve been hanging out with, got you wearing sun-screen. “Sunscreen,” Jasmine said, “is some white-people shit. Jasmine kept complaining that Michael smelled like bananas. Thompson’s ripped-up green-and-white lawn chairs, doing each other’s nails while the radio played “Me Against the World.” It was the day after Tupac got shot, and even Hot 97, which hadn’t played any West Coast for months, wasn’t playing anything else. We were fifteen and it was the first weekend after school started, and me and Jasmine were sitting side by side on one of Mr. Me and Jasmine and Michael were hanging out at Mr.
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