I Present To You

"33" God

" I didn't need you that night, not gonna need you anytime..."

  
   Sitting quite stiffly in my seat, my attention seemed to be somewhere other than Mr. Corbin's sixth period Pre- Calculus class. With nearly the end of the day over, I was mentally and physically drained, so instead of listening on how to solve for a trigonometric equation, I day-dreamed about my plans for the future, reciting my list of things that I would do in my head as if it was a script.

My list of things that I would do (not a bucket list):

1. Attend USC

2. Go to Disneyland

3. Explore

4. Take lots and lots of photos

5. Fall in love....maybe

With having never met my dad, my mom was my only influence, she was my rock. She inspired everything I did and making her proud became this goal of mine since she passed away from Breast Cancer exactly three years ago. She went to USC and loved Disneyland, even named me Mickey. She was one heck of a woman with strong opinions and I wanted to do the things she had done to try and walk in her footsteps while making my own memories as well. Which was why after she died I came up with a short list of things that I would do in her honor.

Getting lost in deep thought, I hadn't heard the bell ring which resulted in me being the last one out of the class. I quickly packed my belongings and made my way out of Pre-Calculus to the schools park—ooph.
"My bad, 'ere let me grab that for ya." It was like he came from out of nowhere. Regardless, I shyly mumbled a pathetic of an apology while he tried to hand me back my worn out binder.
"Woah, you should replace this one. I'm not sure how the lad stayed in one piece from a fall like that." I just looked at him. No one ever talked to me.
"You don' talk much do ya? Well me names James.." He gave that golden boyish smile. Meanwhile with me still remaining silent all I could do was extend my unoccupied hand and say..
"Can I take a picture of you? I love your accent, I'm Mickey." He gently shook my hand though his smile
seemed to out shine the sun, I began to wonder if this is all real. What lovely hands. Why would someone nonetheless a boy keep small talk with me. Raggedy Mickey Charles, with curly fro hair and high hopes.
Without waiting further for a response I pulled out my latest Kodak that I had saved up all summer for and snapped a picture of him while he was still processing what I had asked. And for a second it was like the roles had reversed and he was the socially awkward one.
I simply turned and left making my way to my vintage baby-blue Beetle, I stopped midway, "See you around James," I waved then hopped in my car and briskly drove to my lovely abode. I just experienced my first interaction with an attractive male, and I got a picture.

A/N:
Tell me what you think I wanna know. Shoutout to Harambe R. I. P.