You're hit with a pillow.
"Get up, holy shit." Dustin rolls his eyes.
You groan. "Ehh..."
"Guys..pancakes!" Lucas yells from upstairs.
Suddenly you're wide awake.
"Coming!" you yell as you follow Dustin up the stairs.
"Alright, where's my food?" Dustin asks.
"On the table, keep your pants on." Mike says.
"Aw, yes." Dustin says as he inhales his food.
You snort and sit down at the table with everything else.
When you're finished, you clean up and sit down to watch TV. Mike accidentally turns it on to the weather channel.
"Ugh, change it now." Lucas says.
"Wait, wait, don't." you say as Mike reaches to switch the channel.
"Why?" he asks.
"shh, shh shut up." you say quickly
"...So despite our previous predictions, the storm will be clearing up in about an hour. The sun should be shining soon." Then it cut to a commercial.
"Sweet," Mike says.
As he flips through the channels, you get up and peer through the window.
Besides the puddles, which are almost completely dry, it's almost as if the storm never happened. The sun is already out, there are birds chirping, and the sky is blue. It's April in December.
"Aw man it's Sunday, we still have school tomorrow." Will sighs.
"Oh my God." Dustin whispers.
"What?" you ask.
"Oh my God." he repeats, running a hand through his hair.
"What?" you repeat, kind of concerned. "Did you die?"
"Lucas, Will, that means our English project is due tomorrow!"
"SHIT!" Lucas exclaims, jumping up off the couch.
"How far are we?" Will asks. "Are we almost done?"
"We barely even started!" Dustin answers.
"Oh, we gotta go. Now. Sorry guys, but see you." Lucas says.
Five minutes later, Dustin, Lucas, and Will have their things and are out the door.
"Bye guys!" you wave as they leave, "Try to pass!"
"Don't push it, Y/N!" Dustin yells, turning the corner.
"Too late buddy! Have fun!" you say.
You can hear Dustin groan in the distance as Mike snorts.
"So, now what?" you say. Wow, that's the best you got?
"I don't know," he starts. "Oh, I think I still need to take those pictures for our English class."
"Oh damn, me too." she says.
We were practicing how to accurately describe a place, and the feeling of actually being there. So we had a week to take five pictures each. Than this Monday we would swap pictures with the class and do our best to describe the ones we got.
"Okay, you wanna go to our tree and knock it out?
Our?
"Uh...yeah, sure." you reply, trying to take control of your thoughts.
You follow Mike on your bike, and arrive in minutes.
"Okay, let's go." you say, hopping off your bike.
Mike does the same, and you start climbing the tree.
"Wait," Mike says, getting out his camera. He steps back and peers through the lens. He grins as he takes a picture. "Nice," he smiles to himself.
You get out your camera and lie down under the tree. As you look into the camera, you see the sun shine through the leaves. Your camera clicks as Mike full out jumps over you into the frame.
"Damn it Mike!" you laugh. "I just wasted a frame!"
"Wasted? You mean, put to excellent use?" he says.
"Uh..no, I mean wasted." you say. Trying to keep the giddy smile off your face, you follow Mike up the tree.
You both snap pictures everywhere when you get to the top.
He gets in about four of your pictures.
You flick him on his forehead.
"Quit it!" you say.
"You love it."
"I really don't."
"You love it."
You sigh.
"That was a sigh of acceptance. You love it."
"Yep." you say, snapping a picture of the view.
"Knew it." he says, taking a picture of the branches.
"Dork." you mutter, gazing out at the land below.
"Totally am not. I'm the coolest kid on the block."
"Yeah." you say rolling your eyes.
"Man, you don't appreciate my coolness."
"Not at all, no." you say counting your pictures.
"Gasp!" He says while looking at his own.
"Dude, you got in six of mine."
"You got in one of mine."
"What? No I didn't."
"Did too." he says, showing you the picture.
The picture shows him being even more of a dork than usual making a weird ass face, and you looking pissed as usual but failing to hold back a smile.
"I didn't get in one of yours, you pushed me into one of yours." you say.
"Nope, you totally wanted to be in it."
"Yep, well, I have my pictures, you?"
"Yeah, you wanna head home? It's like 6:45. School tomorrow."
"Ugh, don't remind me. But yeah, we should get going."
"Ohhh...." he says.
"Ohhh, what?"
"We gotta get down." he says.
"Ohhh...."
"Yeah."
"You know, let's just go. I'm ready."
"Really?" he asks.
"Really."
A few minutes later you're both ready to go.
"Okay, let's go. 3 2 1 go!" you say, jumping off. Suddenly the wind smacks you in the face.
"Oh, what the hell! This sucks!" you yell into the wind.
"It does, doesn't it!" Mike yells next to you.
"Yeah!"
You land, somehow on your feet.
"Nice. That sucked just as much as last time. Let's go."
You and Mike ride to your house in no time.
"Alright, see you tomorrow." you say, taking out your key.
"Bye." he smiles.
You grin and wave as he rides away.
When you get inside, you set the bag with all your pictures down on your bed and take a nice, hot shower. There's only one word that can express what you're feeling. Three, to be exact. Giddy with happiness. (A/N: lol you're a dork)
After you're ready to sleep, you sit down on your bed and open the bag from today. You smile at the pictures you pull out. There's eleven in all. You put the five for your project in your school bag and look closer at the others.
One is the tree one while he's in the air. Next is one where he stole your camera and took a 'selfie'. There's two of them actually. Another is where you were trying to take a picture of the view from his tree and he jumped in front of the lens and did jazz hands. The last is where he was making a weird face to himself and you snapped a picture without him seeing.
You smile at them. You gather them and get thumbnails. They become the newest addition to your cork board.