Rollercoster

9.0

Saturday June 24th

As the sun streamed into my room I realized I had woken up way too early for someone who went to sleep at 1:00 in the morning. I looked over to my clock that said 7:43 and I groaned and threw my pillow back over my head. I took 30 minutes trying to fall back asleep but after finding no success I decided to get up and head downstairs.

As if my day could not get any worse, the prince of hell was sitting on a stool on the kitchen island eating an apple. I hoped he would just ignore me but as usual luck was not on my side.

"What are you doing up so early?" He asked. It wasn't the worst thing he's ever said to me, far from it but I was expecting a blow to follow. When it didn't I smiled in my head before responding.

"My body decided I had to get up and my mind couldn't fight back." I tell him, letting a little bit of a smile form on my face.

Silence overcomes us again but for once it's comfortable until he breaks it again. "Hey, I totally understand if you say no but any chance you want to go to Lacy's Pastries with me? They have really good coffee and Lukey Boy tells me you have a sweet tooth." He puts on false bravado but I can see in his eyes he's nervous.

I know I should probably say no. It's really hard to leave a moving vehicle going around 25 miles an hour and I also don't want to get stranded at some random bakery in town. For all I know he could be taking me to kill me but then again I don't think he has the backbone for that. "Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. Just let me run upstairs to change."

When I get back to my room I throw on a pair of cotton shorts and one of my old one direction tees and pop my celtics cap on my head and make my way downstairs. When I get to the mud room Jack is already standing there with his too White Air-forces on his feet and a Yankees cap on his head. Decided that I will not destroy the Olive branch within five minutes of it being extended I don't comment on the hat and instead slip on my Lightning McQueen Crocs. The prince of hell apparently notices my shoes too as I hear his voice start squeaking.

"Those are yours?" I was so ready for the insult he was about to throw at me, but when it never came my jaw almost dropped to the floor. "They're sick dude!" His reaction causes a smile to form on my lips which in turn starts me telling my brain that he still hasn't said sorry for how shitty he's been to me.