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note no. 5

Hello once again,

My mom used to make me believe that promises are made to be broken and to never ever have a boyfriend not that early. Maybe that's why you haven't met mom. She's pretty cool. Drunk, but cool. That's why I hate it when Calum is free to go anytime and anywhere he likes. We may be 5 minutes apart but mother treats him like the big brother.

I'm here at the school field. Why am I in hell, you ask? Well, I don't know either. I just go somewhere my scooter takes me. The 'scooter motorcycle' not the 'scooter that 10 year olds use.'

Remember that time in Valentines? Oh boy, that sure was unforgettable:

When I got out of the school, I saw you there in front of your car with a gift box that was poorly wrapped and a blindfold on the other hand.

"Tell me this isn't like the fail surprise you pulled that had me lost my taste."

He held his hands up in defense. "It was one time! I didn't know I put way too much salt and pepper."

"Okay, okay. So what's the surprise?"

You walked gingerly towards me and tied the blindfold around me before I got the chance to protest. You helped me get to your car and kept on holding my hand as you drove.

I was at the edge of my seat. "Why do I need a blindfold when I'm inside the car?"

"Because," you started, taking a left based on my senses. "You'll know where we're going because you know the place goddamn well."

And that actually made me jump with excitement. "Okay, you could seriously tell me now."

You chuckled, "No can do."

After minutes of nearly losing my patience, the car stopped. I was lead outside and sat on a cold bench. Cold? Winter just ended a month ago. I felt my shoes came off and it was replaced by a familiar feeling of a shoe. Wait.