Getaway...

Two band geeks, one room

Darsi P.O.V.

“Hurry up, Darsi! You’ll be late for school!”

“Coming, Mom,” I yell down to my mother. I get dressed in my blue plaid show shirt (flannels as you city slickers call them), black tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, and my favorite news print converse. I run down with the matching dark blue under amour book bag I got at band camp two years ago; I’m surprised it even lasted me this long. I grab my cup of green tea in my favorite mug and head out the door to the car where my mother is waiting.

“You look nice today,” my mom said, “Who are you trying to impress?”

“No one mom. Really,” I lie. I hate lying to her about this stuff, let alone at all. But unfortunately, she can tell I’m lying.

“Really, Darsi. Who is it?”

“Please don’t be mad… It’s Matthew,” I say almost in a whisper. She gives me a strange look, not expecting him to be my answer.

“Matthew? Johnson?” I nod. “I’m not mad, but he’s way too old for you. You’re a freshman and he’s a senior.”

“I know mom, I know. I just can’t help it. I’ve liked him since first grade when he would stand up for me when Eric and Jered would pick on me. He’s the sweetest guy I have ever met. He’s…” I trail off, thinking about all the times we’ve had together, as my best friends. I wish he thought of me as more than that.

Before I know it, we’re in front of the school and I’m late, again. “Well sweetheart, I know he feels the same way towards you. He’d be an idiot if he didn’t see how amazing and beautiful you are. See you after school. Love you!”

“Love you too, mom,” I say as I close the car door, entering the jail cell everyone else calls school. He’s the only good part of my day. I walk into the band room and I see him putting his instrument together. “Hey, Matthew! Are you as excited about tomorrow as I am!?”

“Heck yeah! Florida is going to be so much fun!” This year, both of our families and the Harper’s were going on vacation all together to the keys in Florida. I really hope we get to hang out together there. “I’ve been packed for the last two weeks! Why can’t it come sooner?”

“Me too! I’m packing my clothes in my mom’s suitcase; she only uses half of it. I’m taking my guitar and ukulele with me here. We could have a jam session one night!” He nods in agreement. We say our goodbyes and go to our seats. The best part of my day is now over.