Fasten your seatbelt (Bajancanadian fanfic)

35

The game is almost over, and I have barely been following it. I don't think I've ever had this much on my mind.

Not this much to do with a boy, anyway.

I decide to text Jenna.

'Heads up - going to the park after this with Mitch'

I glance over to her, and it appears as though my text woke her from a day dream.

I'm starting to think she didn't formulate any kind of revenge plot, after all. She looks half asleep.

Her face lights up a little as she reads the text.

'Cool! Sounds fun.'

Oh. Oops. Does she think-

Pants. She's whispering to Preston. Now he's passing the message on to the next person. It's like a Mexican wave. I don't think me and Mitch will be alone tonight...

'Just mentioned it to the others and they're all game!'

Awesome.

The guy sitting next to Mitch nudges him.

"Which park, Mitch? The one near Walmart?"

A dirty look from Mitch to me follows.

"I'm sorry!" I whisper hastily. "It was an accident."

He turns back to the guy and says "Sure. That's the one."

The guy nods and Mitch's attention returns to me. Goody.

"You know, I thought it was just going to be us."

I feel my cheeks flush.

"I know! Me too. There was some, er, miscommunication."

"It's your last night here."

As he says that, it kind of sinks in. Obviously I knew this was going to happen, with how time works and all, but I've been putting off really thinking about it.

It's been a weird few days, and tomorrow it's going to be over.

"I know, Mitch."

I'm getting more emotional than I'd like to let on.

"Hey."

I have my head in my hands, and Mitch gently pulls them away.

"C'mon. Lets get a head start."

Our hands connect once again, and we quietly make an exit (which is easier said than done).

As we near the exit, I hear a lot of cheers. I guess someone scored. Or got a touchdown or something.

Mitch doesn't seem to notice.

He suddenly stops and stands in front of me, his hand still holding mine.

"I'm gonna miss you."

I hug him. I don't want to say anything in case it triggers something awful like a tear.

"This sucks."

We walk outside in silence, and then Mitch holds his arm out for a cab.

Taxi. For a taxi.

"Why are we getting a taxi? Is the park not nearby?"

A taxi pulls up for us, and Mitch opens the door for me.

"We're going someplace better than the park, Sarah."