It was late. I can't remember the time but it was late enough to cause my parents to raise their eyebrows. I pulled out of the driveway in an unthinking stupor not knowing where I was headed; when it hit me, I slammed on the brakes, grabbed my phone and dialed.
"Where are you?" Hearing my voice out loud I recognized the raw impatience and the undefined urgency I was feeling. And I knew he could sense it too. He was right around the corner, waiting for me. I followed his car.
It was one of those sad nights. And maybe I wanted a late night adventure in my pjs with my hair tied up. It didn't really matter what we did. He suggested we go to a fast food place and pig out. It worked (I officially am a fatass). It was childish but perfect like life would be if sweatpants were sexy and Mondays were fun and if honey bun's didn't make you fat and if goodbyes were meant only till tomorrow.
