Notes from Flynn Rider | #Wattys2018

16. |From Her|

It was Friday night, meaning party night. Meaning party night with Michael. Meaning I needed a dress for the night. Meaning I was going to get drunk with Michael. Meaning I was going to make a fool out of myself. Meaning omg I'm freaking out. It's times like these that I wished I had my best friend living in the same city as me.

I checked the time and saw that it was evening time in Vancouver, meaning Sandra just started night classes, I can't call her, ugh.

So, I decided to go with an off-shoulder yellow top with white pants and black boots. I checked myself in the mirror trying to find something off about it so I could go and change it again and again, but I liked how the colours went. I put on minimal makeup and checked the time. It was 7:18pm, so I had 12 minutes till Michael showed up to my house. So, I decided to pen my letter to Flynn.

Dear Flynn,

It sounds so adorable how you gushed about this girl! And I guess the only advice I can give you is that you need to go and tell her that you like her! Sometimes the thing might be right in your face but you can't tell you know? So just tell her and hopefully she realizes and professes her undying love for you! And then the two of you can go on a boat ride with lanterns and sing to each other. Omg I want that kinda date. Also we should totally meet, before graduation! Okay I got to go now, I'm going to a club and I'm so nervous cause I've never been but hopefully it'll be fine!

Maya

I finished my letter and drew little stick figures and labelled them Flynn and Rapunzel and put a heart in between them. As soon as I folded my letter my room door opened and in walked Michael.

"Hey, your mom let me in. Told me to come get you."

I smiled and got up and said, "I probably didn't hear the door bell, but hey."

He smiled and looked at my outfit and said, "You look beautiful."

I blushed and glanced (who am I kidding, ogled) at Michael's outfit: a white shirt that hugged his upper body and made his arms look gorgeous, and jeans. He looked so fine, what is he even doing with someone like me god. "You look great too."

He reached for my hand, "Ready?"

I grabbed onto his hand and smiled, "Let's go."

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We reached the 80s club in Michael's truck at around 8pm and there was already a line forming. Michael helped me down and we made our way to the line. The bouncer was this muscular man wearing a formal shirt and jeans. By the time we reached the front of the line it was 8:30pm and Michael was jumping up and down while telling me how much he loved this club and I couldn't help but smile looking at his happy face.

Michael gave his ID to the bouncer and he nodded and let him go. Michael held my hand and pulled me ahead but the bouncer stopped him and asked for my ID. I reluctantly gave him my Driver's License and he inspected it. "Maybe in Montreal sweetheart, not in Toronto."

Michael tried to argue with him but he had a face of stone and wouldn't let us pass, so Michael sulked and took us back to his truck.

I cleared my throat and said, "I'm sorry about this, maybe next year, eh?"

He shook his head, "No, you're not at fault. I should have known they wouldn't let you in. It's okay come on, I know what we can do now."

He turned on the car and started driving. "Where are we going Michael?"

"The only place where they serve the best burgers in the city."

"McDonald's?"

"You wound me Maya."

I giggled and said, "I mean I find 4 junior chickens to be quite the meal."

"Okay junior chickens are for days when we are at our bottoms and not for this wonderful date I need to salvage."

"Date?"

He blushed and scratched his head, "I mean, if you want it to be?"

"I think I do, yeah, a date."

He smiled and held my hand. We held hands throughout the ride until we pulled up in front of Burger Priest.

"Okay let's see if they actually have the best burgers or not."

Michael grinned as he led me into the restaurant, "Trust me, after this you'll be begging me to bring you here every time."

We walked in and Michael recommended the cheeseburger while he ordered the High Priest. He insisted on paying since it was my first time here. Once we got our food we headed back to the truck and Michael started driving to somewhere. When I asked where he replied, "It's this place towards the east, like a lake area where you can see the stars at night without all the Toronto night lights."

I hummed in response and looked out as the buildings started disappearing. Around 9pm we reached a clearing and stopped near a lake. Michael helped me out and took the food to the back of the trunk. He opened the back and it had a couple of pillows and a large blanket. I climbed up and sat down with the food. "You spend a lot of time back here?"

He smiled as he sat beside me and took out the burgers, "Some nights I just go out to clear my mind and fall asleep in the car, so I keep some blankets and pillows for a comfy night in my car."

I nod and eat my burger and can't help but moan, "Okay you win, the cheese just oozes out, my god I love it."

He grinned and said, "I'm glad you liked it. Sorry I couldn't take you to the club though, they had roller skating and 80s music blaring. They should actually make a place with just that and minus the drinking and then I can take you there to have a fun time."

As time passes, we talk about our favourite shows, movies, food and books. We talk about what we want to study and how studying in the same university is going to be so much fun. All this time, we laid down on the blanket and looked up at the stars, which were sadly diminishing as the Toronto night lights increased. Around 11:30pm my phone buzzed with a text from my mother asking me what time I'm planning on coming home.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

We put our containers away and sat back in the truck and made our way home. By 12am, we reached my house and Michael walked me to the door.

"Thank you for tonight, I really had fun. Took my mind off all the studies."

He tucked a hair behind my ear and said, "I'm glad you had fun, I loved our date tonight."

I blushed and found Michael leaning in; how are his lips so plump and kissable all the time? Once there was a millimetre between us, he stopped. So I leaned in and kissed Michael. Omg I'm kissing Michael!

He pulled away while I was still in a dream state from the taste of cinnamon on his lips and he smiled, "Better get in before your mother comes out. Goodnight beautiful."

He walked to his truck and got in while I stood dazed with my fingers on my lips replaying the scene in my head. He honked his trunk and made a gesture saying get in the house. So I unlocked my door and walked in and heard Michael pulling away after I locked my door.

I squealed inside and went up to my room. I did a happy dance and saw the letter on my table, I opened it up and a wrote a bit more.

Flynn, I just got back home and I had the most wonderful date and I just wanted to tell you. We couldn't go the club but we went and had burgers under a sort of starry night sky and then he kissed me! Idk why I needed to tell you this but I guess you've become a friend to me by now and seeing that Sandra (my best friend) is probably at work right now I needed to tell someone about my great night out. Alright, okay, bye for now, also write to me often!

Happy Maya!

I smiled and folded it up again and checked my phone. I sent Michael a text saying, "Message me when you reach home!"

By the time he replied I was in bed wearing my spongebob pyjamas and drifting in and out of sleep.

"Reached home, goodnight beautiful :)"