October.
I feel like it was a terrible thing to not want to see both my mother and father. I'm pretty sure it is. Shit.
Michael really wasn't helping with the whole situation, either. In fact, he's still trying to get me to continue with the role-play, and was still acting like my mom was British and my dad was someone twenty-year old boys would swoon over - based on how he was holding on to his 'chest', that is. I was about to tell him how he and my imaginary dad would be the number one couple on my list, but after two seconds of fully understanding what I was about to say, I threw up at the back of my throat.
"Are you ready?" Michael asked, messing up his hair with his hand in effort to fix it.
"No," I mumble, jutting my bottom lip out and looking at him from under my lashes. My palms were practically red from due to my nails scratching at the surface for too long. I came here to have a good time, and honestly I'm feeling so attacked right now.
"You know what I don't get?" I asked Michael, puffing out my cheeks and checking myself in the mirror to stall our time, and to make sure that I didn't look like a zombie when I went to visit my parents after disappearing for three years. What a time to be alive, right?
"I don't get how you could be more excited than me, the girl who is the actual product of the two people we are about to see,whereas you haven't even met them yet. Like, at all."
Michael shrugged behind me, fixing his hair once more and I turn myself around and reach for it, purposely messing it up. "I don't know," he stated, after slapping my hand away. "You're finally out of hibernation, you know? And I'm really proud of you."
I smiled, the pit of worry in my stomach somehow ceasing as I turn around and give him a big hug. "Honestly, I have no idea where I'd be without you, Clifford."
"Probably not here."
"That was practically a dad joke. I'm quite impressed."
"Well, hi, quite impressed," Michael smiled smugly, "I'm dad."
"Well, hey dad, I'm quite impressed."
The proud grin on his face faded and he stared at me in disbelief. "You didn't."
"Oh, but I did," I smirked at him through the mirror, and watched as his jaw dropped. "I just out-dad joke'd the dad joker.
"Let's just go see your parents," Michael grumbled, grabbing the Canadian dollars off of the office table and walking towards the hotel door to put his shoes on, then disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door over dramatically.
I chuckled, grabbing my phone and walking towards the door to wait for him. I click the device's home button, realizing that I had six new message notifications - all from Luke. I smiled.
1:10 a.m.
hiiiiiiuui
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1:13 a.m.
whya rent you awwake
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1:13 a.m.
its olny ten
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1:14 a.m.
i kovr uou
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1:15 a.m.
youre pretty
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