I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

65 - Eyes Have a Mind of Their Own

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Y'know those things you'd never ever ever ever imagined would happen? This is something that I mean SERIOUSLY was NEVER considered to be a part of your life. Like, I'm not even sure I can explain it correctly because it's just something YOU CANT IMAGINE!!!

Like now for instance.

I'd have never in my WILDEST DREAMS imagined I would be taking my clunky old minivan down to Ardensville with a whole gaggle of girls to a fucking football game! Never ever. The last year or two of my life I firstly didn't really imagine having friends. I had acquaintances of course, but not people that'd I'd be willing to pack into my van and travel two hours with.

It's... incredibly fun.

Of course, leading up to it there's been swaths of irritation and anxiety but that's just because of who I am as a person - Hence the nickname 'Psycho', duh - and who my parents are.

HOLY SHITBALLS you wouldn't believe the absolute madness that became of the garage when I told my parents I'd be taking the minivan on a little girls' road trip on Friday. Holy shit. Mom looked fit to scold and/or cry from joy (my little baby has FRIENDS) when I put my plans to words, then hugged me like a starving python, and promptly went to dig out the shop vac so she could clean the van.

My dad too, was damn near emotional, but was more subtle with it and had only patted my shoulder and muttered something about being happy for his little Brainbean.

And then the cleaning started.

I'm a pretty neat and tidy person in general, so the van honestly didn't look bad to me. Sure, it needed some vacuuming to clean up some dirt and gravel on the floor and a little dusting but my mom went FULL DEEP FUCKING CLEAN MODE on the old vehicle. She took out the floor mats, she vacuumed EVERY INCH that the vacuum and nozzles could reach, she wiped down every surface with cleansing wipes, cleaned out the inner console (had like a few Subway napkins, maybe a few pop tart wrappers and a mini first aid kit) and wiped it down and put the first aid kit back with a ziplock baggie if gloves and hats.

My damn van was sparkling like brand new, and once that was done, my Dad DROVE IT TO THE MECHANIC SHOP TO HE CHECKED OVER AND SERVICED. I remember literally gasping when I walked into the garage with the set of blankets my mom told me to grab ("You always need to keep blankets in case there's an emergency and the car won't start!") and saw the van was gone.

My dad can do the basic vehicle maintenance like checking oil and tire pressure, but he seriously brought it to the mechanic shop to make sure the vehicle was all good.

I was flabbergasted. While I was helping mom empty the shop vac I commented on the lengths they were going - fairly graciously if I say so, I'm not always a bitch - and my mom just said they were both really happy I had a group of friends to travel with and that they wanted us to be safe.

Cue, emotional heart thumping.

Oh man, my parents are just... too good for me. I'm not a hugger, and I didn't hug her, but I patted her back and thanked her for helping me clean and take care of the van. Then she got all blubbery and started talking about how, "After this year who knows how long we'll get to do these things for you..." and I promptly did a 180 and scurried my emotional little ass back into the house to avoid that conversation.

Not ready for the tears yo!!

Now, as we drive into the city limits of Ardensville, Farida sings loudly along to the radio (some Panic at the Disco! song), Scarlett points out the road to take to the camping site her family goes to for Mathilde, who wistfully wishes it was warm enough to go visit the campsite, and Em looks expectantly out the window, looking more relaxed than I'd seen her in days (and I notice this all through the rear view mirror or just listening so I was focusing on driving don't worry!!).