YOU vs. ME

01. One more

Juno

"One more please" I pleaded in my drunk state
"One last one please" I keep on begging the bartender . I take out whatever money I had in my purse as the coins, keys and etcetera scatter on the glass counter.

"Juno you don't understand this, you need to get home it's getting late" I do hear him say but those are just incoherent words to me.

"Just one more... i need it" I pleaded once again expecting him to give me whatever liquor he had to offer me. As my knees suddenly lose balance, I immediately cling onto the bar counter as an attempt to not fall

Sam gets hold of my arms right away. "Juno this is enough you are not drinking anymore, I'm gonna drop you to your place before you get yourself  into a road accident" Sam says in a stern tone

"Let it. We're all gonna die eventually there's no harm if I die soon " I say , noticing my words splutter.

"Shut up and pack your shit"

"Fine!" I finally give in knowing I am too tired to even die.

In the few next minutes I find myself watching this lit up city of California from the window of Sam's car as it speeds through the empty roads. These are some of those moments.

I can't believe this life is real?
Am I real?

This world looks so pretty yet so ugly, I wish things didn't have to be this way.

I ask Sam to open the sunroof so that I can enjoy the wind better, I crawl my way to the back seat and stand myself up to the sun roof. I look upfront, the car cruising through the wind on the highway as I feel the air on my skin. It feels like time stopped,  like I was the only person on this earth, it was only me and I had all my freedom to do anything

I could go anywhere I want
I could do anything I wanted to, there was no one to stop me.

I felt alive.

After so many years.

I remember the lastime is felt this way I was 15 and in our town park with him.
 
   Him. I remember every moment I spent with him, from the first day in elementary school when I saw him first till my last day in Boston. It was our one year anniversary even though I was never good with remembering dates but I do remember that day he had come to my house at 5 in the morning. It was Sunday and I was sleeping. I was woken up by my father.

" Pops nooo! It's sunday let me sleeeeep"
"Wake up! It's 7 and your roadside romeo is outside waiting for you" he says.

I sit up curiously from my slumber

"He's here?"
"He is now go see why he's here at 7 in the morning"

I hastily got up and slid in my jacket, it was pretty cold, it was the month of december. I get down the stairs towards the main door as I see his face.

His beautiful face

"Heyy"

He was in this crisp white shirt and had a brown jacket on. His brunette hair almost looking blonde because of the sunlight falling on it i had no words my mind couldn't come up with anything than just a frail 'heyy'
He had got me captivated by his presence.