but-standing there outside his window-i become that scared little kid again whose parents are oblivious and gone ; whose mother does n't even say a word when she walks in on her sixth-grade son and his best friend nak*d one day , but simply shuts the door and pretends it never happened.65 but for some reason-regardless of all that-i start thinking about this one summer day , before all of the weirdness started , back when we were just two kids .