SOUR

'Rather be, rather be, anyone anyone else'

sunwoo

That night I felt more free from my feelings than I ever have. I felt like I could let go of the things tying me back to high school. All I can focus on now is her arms around my waist as she sits behind me on the motorcycle. I know not many guys would say this, but I like that feeling of security. They might say it's supposed to be the other way around, but Milli has been my staple person. I feel like she has pulled me out of this hole I've buried myself in.

I take her to a park nearby because I know you can see the stars clearly from here.

"Add this to the list." She says as we walk side by side around the damp grass.

"Hm?" I ask. My voice is smiley. Cringe.

"Your list of dates!" She says. "You know, the one where you say you hate dinner dates?"

"That list?" I ask. "Why don't we just start a new one? Just the two of us?"

She smiles. Her perfectly peach lips turn upwards, and the faint dimples on her cheeks appear. I love when that happens.

"Okay." She says.

I take out my phone and she stops me.

"Let's wait until we get back so we can put it in writing." She says.

"You're the boss," I shrug and put my phone back in my pocket. "You wanna sit?" I ask.

"Sure," Milli says. She hasn't taken her eyes off of the sky. More specifically she's looking up, at the moon. She looks at things with such wonder and interest sometimes I want to know what she's thinking about. It's as if everything inspires her, whereas to me it's just the plain old sky that arrives every night.

I unzip my jacket and I put it on the wet grass.

"What a gentleman. Didn't know you had it in you," Milli says.

"Oh, it's for me to sit on actually." I tease her.

Milli scoffs with a smile and gestures for me to sit.

"I'm kidding." I say.

"No, it's fine you can sit." She says. I shake my head at her. You're too nice for your own good.

I sit down on half of my jacket and I pat the spot next to me. She sits close, though I can see her perfectly white shoes getting grass stains on them. I grab her ankles and I cross them over my legs.

Milli smiles at me. Everytime I see that smile my stomach feels warm. I feel like her smile is just for me.

Her phone is dead, and I let her use mine to take a picture of the moon even though it's blurry and you couldn't even tell what it is. Still though, I like that this date and location will be saved in my photos.

I sigh with satisfaction.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing," I say.

"Why do you sound depressed?" She asks.

"That's how I always sound." I say.

"You sighed."

"That's my happy sigh."
She gives me a look and I add, "I promise."

"Just making sure." Milli says.

"What? That I don't hate you?"

"Yeah, you know you have that same face for everything. I can hardly tell what you like and don't like, and that's terrible for buying birthday presents." She says.

"You're saying I have a resting bitch face?" I ask with humor in my voice.

"N-no! That's not what I meant!" She covers her mouth.