"I dunno, what's to like?"

"You know, the way numbers behave and make sense and everything goes neatly from A to B."

"Sure, if you're good at it."

"Yeah, maybe."

"If you're not things go really messily from A to - not B."

He laughs. "I suppose. What classes are you taking?"

Jackson rattles off his schedule - scientific literacy, required math, photography, American history.

"I got pre-calc and econ, like I said, and US history and some leftover scientific literacy."

"You must be in a different history than me, I guess."

"Probably," he agrees.

"I would've seen you."

"As I you."

So they go wait for the bus, and get on the bus, and ride into town, and get out at the theater, and purchase tickets and popcorn (well, Jackson gets popcorn), and sit in seats.

Sadde gets popcorn too, are you kidding, he has only just recovered his sense of taste to its full extent! Nom.

Popcorn for all, then. Nom.

And then the traditional pre-movie ads start, and Sadde snorts at something completely unfunny.

"What?" wonders Jackson.

"Isabella and I were talking about what would happen if we ever met a boy version of her and my mind went funny places," he shrugs.

"Oh." ...Now Jackson's mind may be going places too.

He laughs. "Mine went those places the first time I pictured it, too."

"I don't think I'd be much different if I was a girl."

"Well, it's not like it changes a whole lot about you other than how you look and some indefinable internal feeling some people like me seem to have."

"Yeah."