"what exactly do you mean when you say 'be like me'?"
we were now in his room seated on his bed, nancy probably wondering where i was.
"i don't know. i guess i wanna be adventurous like you, not be afraid, have some sort of thrill in my life."
he thought for a moment.
"that bad huh?"
i looked him in the eye and nodded nonchalantly.
"okay, i'll tell you what, i'll help you with this life thrilling fantasy of yours, but you'll owe me."
i thought for a moment or two.
"fine."
he smirked and laid on his back with his hands behind his head.
i didn't know what to do, so i just mimicked his position.
"this right here, is my thinking position. i figure if i'm gonna do this. might as well make it enjoyable for me as well."
"where do we start then?"
"i have an ide-"
right then and there nancy appeared out of nowhere holding a clipboard in her hands.
"stevens, i've been wondering where you had ran off to."
"sorry, i was just um.. *mumble*."
i quickly hopped out of the bed, hiding from her questioning glare and exited the room.
dallas laughed in the distance.
"bye blue."
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
