When We Went Zombie Mode
The last week of freshman year, Kai and I went full zombie mode. You know that feeling? When you're running on three hours of sleep and caffeine, just shuffling through the hallways like the walking dead? Yeah. That was us.
"Bro, I literally can't even," Kai mumbled, face-planting onto his lunch tray. "AP Physics is gonna be the death of me."
I snorted. "Dude, you say that every week."
But this time was different. We'd been inseparable since sixth grade, but something had shifted. Maybe it was the rumor mill whispering about Kai's new crush. Maybe it was me trying out for swim team and suddenly having actual commitments. The zombie feeling wasn't just about sleep deprivation anymore – it was like we were both just going through the motions, waiting for something real to happen.
Then came the papaya incident.
Kai's mom had gone through this "tropical phase" and bought, like, twelve papayas from some farmer's market. She'd been trying to force them on us all week.
"It's gross," I said, poking at the orange fruit she'd chopped up for us. "It looks like ".
"Just try it, you coward," Kai shot back. But he wouldn't touch it either.
We ended up having a papaya war in his backyard, throwing the slimy fruit chunks at each other until we were both covered in sticky orange juice and laughing so hard our sides hurt. For the first time in months, the zombie fog lifted.
"Race you to the pool," I said.
We cannonballed into the water, clothes and all, washing away the stickiness and the awkwardness and the unspoken distance that had been growing between us. Floating there under the summer sky, watching clouds drift overhead, I realized something important.
Sometimes you have to get messy, throw some fruit around, and jump into freezing cold water to remember how to be alive again.
"Hey," Kai said, splashing water in my face. "You think we're gonna survive high school?"
"Probably," I said, splashing back. "But if not, at least we'll go out zombie-slaying together."
The papaya rotted in the backyard for days. The smell was terrible. But it was worth it.