Swim Good
3:37 a.m. and I should be asleep, but it's Friday night, so who cares. I'm pretty sure I was the only one awake in my house, except for maybe my dog, but he was kinda just chillin' next to me. He'd be asleep in about a half hour though. His name is Zayn. Outside of some close friends from school and maybe a neighbor, he's the best thing that's happened to me in the past year or two. The rest of my best things were sleeping, so with nothing better to do, I stayed up, scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard while looking up some new music. I found Swim Good by Frank Ocean a few minutes ago, and I'm already obsessed. What I really love about being up this late is that I can listen to music at the highest volume from my headphones with no interruptions. Beautiful.
So, to sum up my late-night activity, I had three tabs open on my computer: Tumblr, YouTube, and Facebook. I guess it was stupid of me to have Facebook open, considering it was now 3:43 a.m. and no one in their right mind would be up this late. Oh wait. I'm up this late. Okay, with the exception of me, nobody would be up this late. I guess I just had it open for whoever needed to have a late-night conversation. Ya know, people who stay in their feelings past twelve a.m. instead of sleeping. If anyone should need to rant about a breakup, or if someone wanted to send me music, or if anyone was depressed, I'd be up to make them feel okay. The thing is, these people are only really sad after midnight. The sad thing is that there are people who wake up with that feeling in their chest.
My Facebook tab starts blinking, and I see "Facebook (1)", "Dylan messaged you..."
Dylan is one of those best things I mentioned earlier. When I met him two years ago, he was this shy, cool looking guy I noticed sitting alone in the lunchroom, writing what I would be told was an anthology, with both headphones in his ears. He looked lonely, so I sat across from him, and introduced myself by pulling out one of his headphones and asking what song he was listening to.
He told me it was We Can't Be Friends by Dream Koala, and smiled when I said how much I adored Dream Koala. We've been the best of friends since that day. We've helped with relationship issues, projects, babysitting siblings, and our families love each of us. He's my best friend, and I love him. That was the problem.
Hey, you still up?-sent at 3:46 am- Dylan
Yea, why are you up?- read at 3:47 am
cant sleep. You? –sent at 3:53 am
Same, editing my tumblr playlist. What r u up to? –read at 3:53 am
I wanna drive. Is your family up?-sent at 3:54 am
Nah –read at 3:54 am
Cool, meet me outside in ten minutes. I'm on my way –sent at 3:56
Ard –read at 4:02 am
I closed my laptop and turned on the lamp in my room. I decided to lazily pull my curls into a bun and keep my pajamas on. I carried my sneakers in my hand in an attempt to sneak down the steps without making any noise. I made it to my front door and very slowly turned the knob, opening the door only enough for me to slide through without it creaking, then carefully pulling it shut. The only noise I made was a light click as the front door closed behind me. I turned around and saw Dylan's black car pull up in front of my house. He smiled and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Hey, Princess," he smiled. "You aren't sleepy yet?"
"Don't call me Princess," I whined. "And I don't sleep, you know that."
Instead of being offended, he pulled me into a hug, "Why are you up, Hunter?"
"I'm not sleepyyy," I whined some more, burying my head into his shoulder. He was a lot warmer than me, since he'd been sitting in his car with the heat on, while I'd been standing outside in the breezy mid-morning, so I hugged him a lot longer than I normally did. "Where are we going, b?"
"We could get some food if you're hungry," Dylan suggested.
"That would be rad," I smiled.
"Cool, let's get outta here then," He smiled back.
