The Prince (Pt. 3)

His mom gave us as many popsicles as we want.
His big brother had Nintendo in his room;
he played Contra and talked with girls on the phone.

We had orange mustaches from the popsicles.
We got mad at each other.
We stopped pushing and went to his porch.

I climbed onto the other side of the railing.
I leaned back and felt it come loose in my hands.
I woke up in his driveway.