"We should do something," Cameron spoke at last. I looked up at him finally to see a wide smile on his face. He crumpled the now empty cookie box in his hands and tossed it, making a three-pointer into the nearest trash can, before sliding off the mushroom and dusting his hands on his pants. He turned to look up at me as I sat rigid on that cold bronze mushroom, unsure whether doing anything with him that night would be such a good thing. "I don't know," I said. "What did you have in mind?" He gave me a wide grin as he extended his hand in an offer to help me down. I can't possibly explain to you what I was thinking or why I took his hand. It was just one of those moments, you know? Before I knew it, I hopped off the mushroom as he whispered to the wind, "Anything."