They are young, only fourteen, and Jake is staying the night at Dirk's for the hundredth time. Music is drifting down from the Irish couple that lives above Dirk, they're having a party and singing horribly and it's absolutely great. The two of them are wrapped up in Jake's sleeping bag, dark green, just like Jake's pretty eyes.
Dirk thinks they're pretty. Janey says the same thing, when Jake goes back up to the lunch line to get another chocolate milk. When he can't see her face turn pink.
"Here, move over, will you-"
"Ow! Watch your shades-"
With much breathless laughing, shuffling of the sleeping bag, and awkward teenage boy elbows and knees, they settle facing each other, Jake curled up slightly around Dirk because Jake had his growth spurt first. On Dirk' s balcony, the air is cool, even though Jake