the night [rewriting/editing]

fifteen.

4:11 a.m.

My eyes were harshly opened when my 'pillow' vibrated.

Mike :

How is this gonna work, An?

Read 5:03 a.m.

My vision was still quite blurry so it took me about 5 minutes to read the message. And when I read it, I definitely didn't know the answer.

I decided to avoid the conversation last night, just to avoid it all.

Me:

How's what gonna work?

Read 5:13 a.m.

There was no minutes in between his reply.

Mike :

What do you mean what??? :/

Sent 5:13 a.m.

Mike :

I love you , you love me. Isn't there a step that we missed?

Read 5:45 a.m.

I felt my thumbs hover over the miniature keyboard in my iPhone for about ten minutes. I do not know what there is to say. I can't date him, with my parents and me just being a grenade, as Hazel Grace would say, it just won't work out. He's my best friend; I can't loose him.

Mike :

I know what you're thinking. What if this doesn't work out? What about our friendship? I promise, nothing will ever break apart our friendship.

Read 8:33 p.m.

Mike :

I promise.

Read 8:38 p.m.

I believed him.

Me:

Okay then. Tell me the part that we skipped

Read 9:00 a.m.

When the message came through, I felt his enthusiasm. It was as if he was prepared for this moment, yet he didn't expect it to happen.

Mike :

Anna Lee Tonaka, we've been friends for a couple of months now and it feels like I've known you for my entire life. (Corny, I know, but it's to true.) Its as if you found your way into all of my childhood memories and weasled your way into all those embarrassing times I've suffered through as well. I admire you, you're so twisted and I love it, it makes me want to be able to know everything that no one else can figure out. Like the time when we did that project for English, and you said that Romeo and Juliet was so cliche, yet your eyes sparkled through the entire presentation. Or when we go to the Nook to look for books or just sit and talk, you order your green tea and always complain of how bland it tastes, but you never think of trying another tea. Or even when you're reading. How your eyebrows furrow while reading Edgar Allen Poe. He's your favorite author because he's so confusing and even though he is you always look for his poetry or short stories and tell me there summaries. Oh! and how when Kurt's voice possess the speakers of the car when we'd take long drives. How you'd sing awfully loud and only smile when the car next to you gives a dirty look. 'I can't help it' you always say looking towards me with your eyes, those dark, dark grey eyes. Those eyes. They are so. Indescribable. What you're thinking always shows up there, and not everyone can tell what you're thinking but I can. Sometimes I get lost in your eyes trying to figure out everything about you because I'm dying to know you, Anna. All of you. Every single part. I want you to share it with me. I know you're scared of opening up, but I'll treasure everything you tell me. I just realized that I'm just going on and on about you and you hate to blush so if you are right now, I'm so sorry. I said all of this to say that I love you oh so much and will you be my girlfriend?

Read 9:53 a.m.

My mouth had fallen open, my cheeks were burning like as if I had flame as a uvula. I couldn't fathom a respond. What was there to say to that. Thanks? Yes? What? I have to see him.

Me:

Meet me at the place.

Read 10:26 p.m.