Free-Falling

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Throwing them behind me I kept going from a balloon to balloon.

Each small pink mass added up in the back seats behind me.

One small balloon can make a difference and eventually I ran out if breathe.

I'm only one guy I only have two lungs so I can't blow up over 100 balloons by myself in the blink of an eye.

Catching my breath I went back to forcing air into the plastic nothingness.

Pretty soon I ran out if room behind me and started stashing the balloons next to me.

I assumed Michael didn't have to work until noon which was good. It is going to take Michael hours to empty this thing. Not to mention what I plan on doing to the outside.

I smiled to myself at the thought of a blushing Michael rushing through the RT office to find me.

I can see it now. And I kind of liked it. Micool was my boi.

"Jesus." I said breathing in a big whif of air.

I started stuffing the passenger seat and I grabbed my bag of items and hopped out of Michael's car so I could start stacking the driver seat.

Now that I was outside I was getting anxious and nervous. I was indeed alone but I don't want anyone seeing me. Yeah it was 3am and everyone was asleep but still.

I'm surprised no one has called the cops on me yet.

I grabbed another balloon and began blowing into it.

I was now giggling at the thought of how much blowing I was doing by myself.

I held the balloon in my hand an let go so I could let out a squeal from laughing.

I accidentally let go of my half blown up balloon and it ended up flying onto the sidewalk behind me.

"Well." I said grinning and still trying to prevent myself from laughing.

Grabbing another one I tried to calm down and continue. I started blowing into that one.

I took it out of my mouth and smiled again at my actions.

Typing it with two fingers I burst out laughing and ends up dropping the balloon onto the concrete below me.

The balloon hit the ground and popped into a pink mass of nothingness.

I let out another squeal but this time more serious. I didn't need anyone to wake up so I had to speed this up.

I began blowing up balloons faster than before and I found myself thinking about why it sounded so sexual inside my head.

Pretty soon the car was stuffed and I began to close the door but it wouldn't shut fully.

So I did what I could do and threw my weight against the door but it didn't budge.

I threw myself at it again but it still isn't help.

I backed up so I could get a running start and I felt my feet carry me to the car in front of me.

I chucked myself at the door and heard a click as the door closed. I ended up on top of the roof on my back.

I found myself looking at the sky. Kinda like how Michael and I did when I first met him.

It hasn't passed my mind that Michael was in the building in front of me. Sleeping.

He was probably the person that sleeps so silently and barely even moves at all. He was probably peaceful. Almost perfect.

My phone vibrated underneath me and I grabbed it out of my pocket as I received a notification from Twitter. Always Twitter.

I rolled off the top of the car and began putting rainbow sticky notes on his windows.

I planned on making it look like a rainbow threw up on his windshield and that's exactly what I was going to do.

Placing one sticky note after the other I used all of the sticky notes I bought and covered all of his side windows and his back windshield.

Now I ha to do the front one but in order to do so I would need to be on his hood.

"Well. Let's hope no Austin cops are around." I said boosting myself onto the hood.

If only Michael could see my effort.

I placed all of the colors on his windshield and hopped off the hood. I didn't really hop off I ended up falling off thanks to my ninja skills.

I need to take martial arts now that I know I might do this often.

I stepped back to look at my creation so far and it looked good. But I wasn't done.

I picked up the streamers and the tape and began taping streamers around the car and wrapping it like a present.

My gift to you Michael is your own car but better.

I tossed the roll of streamers from side to side covering the outside in color.

I checked my watch to see it was now going on 4:30. Was I really out here for an hour and a half?

"It's for a good cause." I said.

That's when I took out the paint markers and began to write on his car.

I wrote plenty of things.
Happy Birthday Micool.
My Boi is growing up.
See you at work.

I hesitated before writing the next one but I did it anyway.

I love you.

I walked back to Geoff's car and looked in his glove compartment for some paper and a pen. I searched for a few minutes and settled for a pencil.

I walked back to Michael's car and began to write him a letter. I was writing a letter to Michael Jones outside of his apartment at 4am. And I was happy.

I smiled thinking about Michael again. It's crazy how much I care for some guy I just met. Call me crazy but I'm crazy for Michael Jones.