Lessons from a Rude Boy

Best Day Ever

"This was your big plan?" my feet rested against the dashboard.

"This is just the beginning," he smirked over at me from behind the wheel, talking around the huge bite of his egg mcmuffin.

"I am almost scared," I admitted with a laugh.

We'd already been sitting in the parking lot of Wal-Mart for the past ten minutes because according to Mason, "Every good skip day has to start with a nutritious yet greasy breakfast."

"You should be," another chunk of his breakfast disappeared, "you are going to have so much fun today that you will never want to go back to school."

"I highly doubt that," my eyes rolled on their own as he crumpled his wrapper only to throw it at me. "Hey!" I wiped the grease it had left on my face, gross.

"Wipe that soup puss look off of you face young lady," I launched the paper back at him, but he easily caught it, "you have much to learn grasshopper," he bowed slightly to me, causing laughter to bubble out.

"And you are to be my sensei?" my eyebrow rose and his eyes followed it.

"Duh," the car roared back to life, "who better to teach you about the finer points of skipping school that the master?"

"This sounds like a bad teen movie."

"Is that a bad thing or a good thing?" once again we were back on the treacherous road, but my fear had dissipated.

"I have not decided yet," I smiled turning to look out the window, "I'll let you know later.

"Well," his hand appeared next to the radio, "keeping with the teen movie theme," an obnoxiously upbeat pop song flowed from the speakers, "cue the awesome montage."

"Help me," I squeaked no longer able to keep from laughing at him.

He was right though, if we were in a stupid teen movie this is where out so-adorable-you-want-to-puke montage would start. We drove, location unknown to me for some time, the only sound in the car the stupid songs that he kept playing, his horrible singing, my laughter, and pleas for him to stop.

By the time we reached out destination my abs were sore from laughing and I was sure my eyes were going to dry up from all the tears that had spilled from them. His prediction was already coming true, I never wanted to day to end and it only got better from there.

"No more Brittney," I pleaded as we left the car. "I don't think I will live another second if I have to hear you sing hit me baby one more time."

"You don't like my singing?" he stopped, feigning shock and hurt.

"Honestly?" he nodded, pout still in place. "I'd rather listen to forks scraping across a chalk board."

"You are so mean," his shoulder nudged me gently.

"Friends are supposed to be honest," I smiled.

"Maybe a little less honest," he grinned.

"Duly noted," I nudged him back, his warmth washing over me again. "Now would you mind telling me where we are?"

"My favorite place," he held the door open so that I had to duck under his arm to get into the building.

"Which is what?" I turned, but his hand captured mine and started pulling me through the loud store.