the night [rewriting/editing]

sixteen.

I quickly ran to the park near the old diner. I didn't know what to say to Michael. I didn't know how seeing him face to face would make anything feel easier, but it just felt right. My feet ran with energy from the source of adrenaline, for I wish I could slow them down. The longer I could prolong this conversation, the better.

But, alas, I was at the park in record time. Now I'm searching for Mike though the rugged bushes and soaring trees. A strong hand lays on my right shoulder, before punching the stranger in the face I turned around to see Michael.

"You were gonna punch me, An?" he laughs.

I couldn't help but giggle a bit too. "Yeah, right in the kisser."

We both laughed again. When the laughs faded there was a long awkward silence.

"So," he started. My eyes shot up looking for any sign of conversation.

"About this morning..." he continues.

"Yeah?"

"Wi-" his words were cut short by Alex Turner's raspy, British voice blaring through the speakers of my phone, singing the chorus of R U Mine?

"That song must really hate me," Mike laughed.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of my mothers caller I.D. "No it doesn't, just my parents."

Upon answering the phone, I am nearly put to death by mother's worried voice.

"Anna, where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm at the park. I'm currently being stabbed to death by a mugger. Oh, and I'm dying so I'm great."

"What!?!"

"I'm only joking, ma-ma. I'm just at the park with Mike."

"Just as bad," she muttered barely audible through the phone.

That is when I hung up the phone.

"Are they on there way?"

I slowly nodded a yes as he turned with a defeated expression.

"But Mike?"

"Yeah, An?"

"Meet me back here at 12:18?"

"At night?"

"Yes. The night. Sort of the peak of it."

"Yeah, I'll meet you."

I smiled as he walked away.