The game had been a rout, just like Jase predicted. As they walked up the steps to the fraternity house, Jase was apologizing again.

"When we get in there, I'm going to the kitchen. You stay in the living room," he warned.

"Why? What's in the kitchen?"

"The team." Jase sounded depressed, but resigned.

Sitting on the couch with another guy surrounded by super-hyped girls, Steve wondered if the kitchen wouldn't have been the better choice.

"So you came with Jase?" the slender, nearly effeminate guy asked. "I'm Gordy, by the way."

"Steve." He extended his hand and Gordy giggled, a sound that surprised Steve. The girls around them were giggling and bouncing around each other. But a giggle from a guy?

"Yeah, I came with Jase."

"You're not his usual type," Gordy commented with a smirk.

Steve decided to let that pass. So far in his life he hadn't been anyone's type, so why go there?

"What's up with the kitchen?" he asked instead.

"Oh, they're rehashing the game. Jase hasn't been playing as well this semester. Not since he met you anyway. They're gonna give him hell." Gordy took a breath and moved closer to Steve. "They just don't think he's got his head in the game. They even think he lost the game for them tonight."

"But we won 77 to 6," Steve muttered.

"Doesn't matter. The other team shouldn't have scored at all. As far as our guys are concerned them scoring is the same as a loss, and it's all because of big ole Jase."

"Huh." Steve didn’t understand, but he let it slide.

He felt a little like Alice after sliding down the rabbit hole. Were these really his contemporaries, his classmates? They seemed like they came from a different planet. Maybe he’d been hanging around with the English and art crowds too long.

It had only been an hour, but it felt like days before Jase walked out of the kitchen and muttered, "Let's go" to Steve.

In Steve's Prius, they sat a while in silence. Jase didn't seem to be angry, just nervous and upset.

"Where to?" Steve asked, putting his hand on the ignition key.

"Look, I'm sorry." Jase twisted as if trying to find enough room for his body in the passenger side of the car.

"For what? Was it bad in there?"

"Why were you late getting to the game?"

Steve laughed. "Same old, same old. First they didn't believe you knew me and had set aside a ticket for me. Then they didn't believe I was Steve Smith, even with my student ID. I had to talk to a couple of people before they let me in.

Jase frowned. "Sorry."

"Not your problem." Steve laughed again. "C'mon, you have to agree it's funny. We don't look like we hang around together. And I don't look like a Steve Smith. You said it yourself when I met you."

Jase smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's go to Lot C and get my truck. This car's gonna kill me."

After switching car for truck, they went to Charo's Garden for Mexican food. Steve assured Jase that the waiter's "Hey, we don't got no Chinese food here" didn't faze him.

"Happens all the time. Goes with the territory," he assured Jase.

What didn't go with the territory was the way Jase kissed him after he drove them to a secluded spot along the river and they climbed into the truck bed to look for shooting stars. The ones they saw behind their closed eyes as they made out were much more brilliant than any in the sky.