Mimik

8-Hour-Date

Ping! Ping! Ping!

I rolled over and groaned trying to turn off my alarm clock. I jump up suddenly realizing that wasn't the sound my alarm clock made and started ruffling the sheets on my bed looking for my phone.

From Mimik, From Mimik, From Mimik

"Shit! He better be dying." I mumble under my breath. Although I'd hope if he was he'd call me.

[Mimik says] hey you! be awake!!

[Mimik says] you're not awake that's a problem i've been waiting for you

[Mimik says] seriously? you better be dead...please don't be

I scramble out of my bed to look out my window to see his truck sitting in front of my house. I shove on the nearest pair of blue jeans and a possibly dirty Twisted Sister shirt. 'Are you driving me to school today, Zimmerman?' I type fumbling to put on my old ass Vans with one hand.

[Mimik says] of course not we're not going to school today

[Mimk says] we're taking our ditch day a few months early bright

Seems interesting but I don't think I can risk my mom finding out or tarnishing the perfect record I've had since pre-school.

[you] I don't think I can I've never skipped before I go to school sick as fuck

[Mimik says] come on please?

[Mimik says] i've been waiting for you forever :'(

A day off of school to hang out with your boyfriend?, possible S/O?, friend?, SOMETHING! Seems like the perfect idea. Anything could happen. Good, bad, both. We'll see cause he's worth it. 'Alright alright, you've worn me down'. I charge down my stairs, grabbing my jacket, my backpack, an apple, and my house keys before jetting out the door.

"Hey!" I kind of yell at him through the window. He jumps obviously not expecting me to be screaming at him at 7:30 in the morning.

"Woah. Hello to you, too. Get in." he laughs it off. Hallelujah, he likes me more than I thought he did. I toss my backpack through the window and slam the door behind me.

"Why do you have a bag?", he asks, running his fingers through the back of my hair, "I told you, we're not going to school today. We're going on an 8-hour-date and we're gonna do whatever you wanna do." He smirks at me. I hate (love, adore, combust) when he smirks. It makes him look sneaky (hot as fuck, like the sexiest motherfucker I know).

"But...I-I don't know what I wanna do. Wh-what I want us to do." He smiles at me. He fucking smiles at me. I cannot believe he is real and I cannot believe this is happening to. Wow!

"Perfect. We'll drive around town until you think of something. Your music," He hands me the aux cord, taking his hand out of my hair, "Your date. You're in control, pretty boy."

"'Pretty boy'? Says you." I laugh. He pecks me on the cheek and revs the engine.

We drive around for about 30 minutes listening to EDEN and Panic! and talking about how boring and sad we think our relatively average lives are.

"You've been to Rome! Rome! And you think your life sucks? I've never even left the fucking state."

"Really? The state?" He stops at a stoplight and looks at me. "Do you want to?"

I look at him and see the surprising seriousness in his eyes. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. I can't let my boyfriend die without going at least out of the state. We'll go to Arizona. It's the closest state to where we are." Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. I loved that more than words can explain.

"Thank you."

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.

He's my boyfriend.