M, actually.

The Big, Big Bang

 Drunk me, you're an asshole, I thought. You knew I wasn't going to want to read whatever I had sent so you deleted it. God, you bastard... 'Me too, Em'  What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Me too? There were a million different posibilities that 'Me too' could be the respose to.

        I could have said something like, "Hey Mike, I really like Lucky Charms. "Me too, Em." or "Mike, I am really drunk right now" "Me too, Em" or the one possible text I could have sent that I didn't even want to think about. The message that could have been so fucking useful for me to know about and could possibly change my entire friendship with Mike. Those three little words that I had never told a boy before, because I never really meant it before. That small little "Hey Mike, I think I might love you" .. "Me too, Em".

        But no, I was probably over analyzing it. I mean if i were to send something as life impacting as 'I love you' i'm pretty sure his response would be something a bit more complex. I think.. I hope. 

        "Babes, don't over analyze it please." begged Kathy

        "Just go to the party tonight with us and you'll see him and sort it all out. Stop being such a pussy." commented Cassie. 

        "She's scaring me. She hasn't spoken in two hours and all she does is stare at her phone. We need to do something." added Kat

        I snapped from my long train of though, running deeper and deeper into my head to realize that all these words they were saying were directed at me. "I have to." I muttered

        All three of them turned their heads in unison to look at me. "What? you have to what?"

        "I have to go to that party, I just have to go. Its the only way to find out."

        A giant smile plastered across my little sister's face. "That should be interesting" she commented, "I mean in my opinion you're overreacting. I mean, what's a couple of pixilated words in a phone screen going to affect your life anyhow? You really shouldn't let it." 

        I guess she might have been right, if it had been anyone but M. I mean not to sound cliche or anything but he.. he was something else. He had seen me cry about other boys and still hold my hand and tell me I was too pretty for them, he had seen me at three in the morning sneaking through my window and me with no make up and in pjs and still looked at me no different that when I was in shorts and a tank. Maybe he saw himself as a brother to me, and that's how it had started I mean I had never intended to be in this deep, but when you saw him sitting in your beedroom floor at midnight, only light coming from the moons reflection into my window, your feelings for him really just turned into something deeper than love. 

        "You're right" I caved, "never thought i'd say that, but its true."

        A satisfactory grin spreak across Cassie's face. "Yeah I know. Now you have two hours, go take a shower, do your make up and put on that oufit I layed out on the bed for you. That kid's got a big storm coming.." 

        I did as instructed and about an hour and 15 minutes later I was freshly showered, legs shaved, make up done, hair on point and the only thing standing between me and this party was the outfit laying on my bed. I stared at it for a couple minutes and just as I was about to reach for my jeans and tshirt instead, something told me not to. I slid the tights on, squeezed into the little black dress and tied up the black jeffrey campbells. Slowly, partially because I could barely walk in these shoes and partially because I wasn't sure what I was abut to witness, I walked over to the mirror. My jaw dropped as I came across my reflection. I looked different, but better. I paired the outfit with a leather jacket and made my way downstairs. Time to get this show on the road.