Tomorrow is the last day of winter break, which means I'll shortly be shoved through the gates of hell once more.
I plop down on my basement couch, sighing for the billionth time of the hour.
"Is anyone there? Bueller? Bueller?" Y/N called through her super comm.
(A/N: Bueller is from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, if you haven't seen it cut the crap and watch it asap.)
Grateful for something to do, I leap off the old sofa and answer her.
"Yeah, it's Mike, what's up?" I ask giddily.
"Well, tomorrow marks the end of break. We should all do something together!" She tells me excitedly.
"Totally, but what?" Dustin joins in.
"I don't know, I didn't think I'd get this far." Y/N admits.
I can't help but grin. "Lucas, Will, you there?"
"Present." Will says.
"Yeah, what's up?" Lucas replies.
"We're trying to decide what to do before school starts up again on Monday." Dustin answers.
"I wish we could go to the beach." Will says wistfully, almost to himself.
"Ugh, me too." Y/N agrees.
"Anyone have ideas?" Lucas asks everyone hopefully.
"We could see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom in theaters!" I say, remembering the sign I saw yesterday by the theater.
"Sounds good, can everyone make it?" Dustin asks.
"I can." Y/N says brightly.
"Same for me." I say, a little too eagerly.
"I'm in," Lucas confirms. "Will?"
"I'll be there, what time?" He asks.
"The sign said 3:00." I say.
"Awesome. I got to go now, my Mom needs me. See you guys soon!" Will says brightly before pushing down his super comm's antenna.
"Cool, see you tomorrow." Lucas says, leaving as well.
We all cut off our connections, and I grin. At least I get to end winter break with my best friends.
But as exciting as it is, it's tomorrow. I still have time to kill. After reluctantly checking to make sure I'm ready for the dreaded Monday ahead, I try to make the most of my Saturday.
Once again, I hop onto my bike, not entirely sure where I'm going. If I could go to the lake Y/N showed me on Christmas I would, but my eyes were covered in the forest. I wouldn't have the slightest clue where to go.
I guess I'll just stop in a drug store and get random stuff that'll most likely sit in my room and collect dust. I mean, what else?
As I approach the entrance, I pull on the handle only to be greeted with a door that hasn't moved. Confused, I push instead, and I walk in. So intelligent, I think to myself as I start browsing through the many aisles.
Why am I even here? I wonder to myself.
Shrugging, I continue to weave through the rows of goods.
I know to keep away from the food aisles, nothing good can come from that.
I grab some toothpaste because I remember I'm almost out. Responsible who? Backbone of the family? Oh, you mean Mike Wheeler. (A/N literally me when I do anything that requires .03% of physical stamina)
You've hit an all time low Mikey. I think to myself. Oh wow, I'm bored out of my mind! Let's go toiletry shopping!
When I check out, I end up with my toothpaste, a yo-yo, and a Take 5 bar. What do you mean, 'That was completely unnecessary'?
As exit the store, (yes, I pulled on the door again on accident) I hang the bag around my bike handle and continue riding. I guess I'll just go to the tree again.
When I get there, I put the bag of junk I bought in my backpack and head up the tree.
I effortlessly climb to the top. I dangle my feet over the edge, taking out my new yo-yo and candy bar.
I devour the Take 5 bar in seconds and bounce the yo-yo up and down for what seemed like hours. Well this is eventful.
Suddenly I hear a voice inside of my backpack.
"Is anyone there?"
I unzip it and pull my super comm out.
"It's Mike, I can't hear you. Who is this?"
"Y/N, I'm just really bored. Why is our connection so shitty? Where are you?" she asks.
My heart pangs with excitement as I reply, "I'm at our tree."
"Oh, what're you doing there?"
"I don't know, just bored I guess."
"Well that makes two of us." she says.
"Uhh...so you ready for school Monday?" I desperately try to keep a conversation going.
"I guess physically, but not mentally." comes her staticky reply. "You mind if I join you at the tree? I'm driving myself mad with boredom."
I grin widely. "Sure!" Realizing that sounded a tad bit too eager, I add: "Er...I mean if you want to."
"Awesome, see you in ten, bye." she ends our conversation.
There's no stopping my thoughts from running wildly and my heart from beating quickly.
I sit back down with happiness. (I may or may not have jumped up with excitement.)
"Hey," she smiles as she emerges from the climb after what seemed like forever.
"Hey," I reply.
She sits down next to me, our legs swinging back and forth.
"Man, I'm so happy we're all going to see The Temple of Doom tomorrow. I heard it's supposed to be really great." she says.
"Yeah I know, too bad we'll have to go to school the next day." I complain.
"Ugh, yuck. Don't remind me." she says, making a disgusted face.
I lightly chuckle and look down at my knees.
"Oh, also, I never even got to thank you for taking me home last week. Thank you so much. I don't know what the hell I was thinking." she continues.
"Oh, don't mention it. It wasn't a big deal." I say.
"Uh...it kind of was though. How'd you even get everything back to my house? There were two bikes, two backpacks, and two people!"
"I have my ways." I say, too tired to explain how I did it.
She laughs, and I can't help but look into her soft E/C eyes. It was the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard.
"Do I have something on my face?" she asks, once she noticed me straight up staring.
"Oh uh...no." I say sheepishly as I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
I look down, but I swear she's blushing too. I love making people feel weird!
I can barely handle the tension, so I examine my super comm as an excuse to fidget. God, why am I so nervous. She can totally hear my heartbeat!
Y/N and I watch the sun set together. The sun shines on her face, and she looks as beautiful as Aphrodite. I do all I can to avoid staring at her face, my heart racing as fast as my thoughts.
"Do you think we should get going now?" she says sadly.
I check my watch only to see she was right, it was getting late.
Answering her with a nod, we both get up and attach ourselves to the exit system.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Ready." She confirms.
We jump on three, and she takes my hand. She wasn't afraid anymore, why was she holding my hand? Did she think I was scared? That's a sad thought.
I can do nothing to prevent my cheeks turning the color of the sky: bright pink, almost red.
Even though the ride down is fast, it feels like I'm on a merry-go-round. It feels as if we're the only two in the world. My hand is definitely sweaty, I don't know why she's holding it.