October.
January 21st, 2015.
"October," I felt a pair of hands wrap around my arms, shaking me gently. I groan and shake my head from side to side until I turned on my stomach, indicating that it was probably too early - and it was - so I didn't want to get up yet. Or ever, to say the least.
"October wake up, we'll miss our flight if you don't start getting ready now." The voice happened to be Michael's, who was drumming soft beats against my back in effort to try and wake me up. "October."
"Mmph."
"October."
"Mmphf."
"October Winters I swear to God, if you do not get up right now, I will get a bucket of water and dump it on you. I'm not fucking joking."
At his words my eyes shoot open and I turn to my back, shielding my face with my hands. "Okay, I'm awake, I'm awake! Jesus, chill."
Michael snickered and walked out of the room, giving me time to change into the dark jeans and thick sweater that I had planned out for the flight. It was still winter in Canada, meaning that Michael will probably be freezing after he'd shown me the shorts that I specifically forbade to come along on this trip. He brought them anyway.
Michael squealed after I opened the door and pulled me towards the living room by my hands, skipping his way over to where all of the luggage were, which had been set near my door. I only planned on staying for about three days, depending on how much healing this not-so-little problem with need.
"Michael, it's five in the morning. How do you manage to stay so jumpy all the time?" I groaned, pulling my hands away to leave him to jump around all on his own.
"I don't know, I'm excited." he beamed, re-checking all of the front pockets of both our luggage to see if he could add in a few things. "And plus, I may or may not have drank a lot of Redbull last night. The caffeine is just catching up to me now."
I stare at him for a few seconds, before heading back to my room to brush my teeth. Michael trailed me from behind.
"Did you call Bruce?"
I only nod in response, having my mouth be full of white, minty foam and I lean over the sink to wash my mouth.
"Did you call Luke?"
I froze, stopping my gargling before spitting it out and averting my attention to anywhere but Michael's patient and waiting gaze.
"No, he doesn't, um, know I'm leaving, actually."
Michael's eyes widened out of disbelief, hearing that his best friend hadn't even told her boyfriend that she was going to fly across the ocean and stay for a few days.
I felt a headache start to form in my skull. Now that I think about it, I was a fucking idiot. Why did I ever decide to leave Luke in the dark, when he was the light that led me out of my darkness?
I guess that's what staying up at three a.m. does to you.
"Call him."
"I know. But, I still need to put on make-up, not to mention check our luggage then re-check in case we misplaced anything-"
"Stop stalling and fucking call him! What the hell is so bad about that?"
Normally, Michael almost never lost his temper nor did he ever get too impatient. Now was one of the times where his voice had actually gone higher than a talking manner, besides all the times when he'd squeal, and such.
