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had a dashing, urbane quality I appreciated more. So I nodded, hugging the truth to my chest—that Kian was the only reason I knew about any of this. Suppressing a smile, I wondered what he’d say if I straight up confessed to being his girlfriend from the future, a la The Terminator , and then the dialogue wrote itself:
    Make out with me if you want to live.
    Okay, maybe not.
    Oblivious to my weird, born-of-desperation humor, Kian was saying, “I’ve never been, but there’s a cool place in Lofton. It’s an old theater that’s been converted to a bar. They kept the screen and show classics on Saturday nights. It’s over twenty-one only, though.”
    â€œNot a problem,” I said, feeling cool for the first time ever.
    He lowered his voice like the students nearby might report us. “You have ID?”
    â€œI’m picking it up tonight, actually.”
    â€œYou move to a new town and, first thing, you find someone to make you a fake ID?” His eyes widened, and he looked like he couldn’t decide if that was awesome or if I was the irresponsible maniac who would ruin his life.
    But most important, he didn’t look sad at all. He seemed … intrigued. Like me, Kian, like me a little. Enough to forget the girl who breaks your heart.
    I grinned. “So? You never know when you’ll need to get into a bar.”
    â€œIf you say so.”
    â€œI’m heading there after school to pick up my ID. Come with me. If you do, you’ll get yours on Friday, and then we can check out the classic movie joint on Saturday.”
    We reached the school parking lot, and the warning bell was about to ring. I could predict all the reasons why he couldn’t trembling on the tip of his tongue. But what finally came out was, “How much is it?”
    I did the math, then said, “Don’t worry about it, you can pay me back later.”
    â€œOkay. But I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me. BT-dubs I’m out of here if you say weird shit about my eyes again.”
    That sounded so like what I said to him in the diner that I had to strangle the urge to kiss him. “Don’t worry about that, either. Just be sure of one thing, Kian Riley.” As if he sensed I was dead serious, we locked eyes, so sweet it hurt. “I’m going to change your life.”

 
    ALL OUR YESTERDAYS
    After school, we took the bus to Psychedelic Records. The lack of business made think the owner paid his rent with fake IDs. But Kian seemed really into the vinyl, which shouldn’t have surprised me, considering how much he loved old movies. So I browsed the store for a few minutes, trying to see the magic through his eyes.
    â€œOh my God, look…” He showed me a beat-up album with three guys on the front, clad in strange costumes sporting facial hair and shaggy beatnik style.
    I’d never heard of the band, but apparently they were British, and this was hard to find. “You should totally get it.”
    â€œIt’s twenty bucks.”
    From what he’d said, his uncle wasn’t well off and his aunt disliked him, so they probably didn’t give him much allowance, if any. It looked like his aunt had spent five dollars at Goodwill for Kian’s current wardrobe. But one problem at a time.
    â€œMaybe he’ll make us a deal.”
    The beardo behind the counter flicked a look at Kian, as if to ask me what was up. “It’s cool. I’m here to pick up, and he’s interested in additional services.”
    â€œChest,” the guy said.
    â€œFlash him,” I told Kian.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œCome on, hurry up. I’ll turn around.”
    A few seconds later, the owner said, “Okay, what do you need?”
    Kian shot me a helpless look, so I answered, “Basic ID, over twenty-one.”
    I handed over half the cash for Kian’s ID and my two, which cut significantly into my stash. At the