6 in the evening
I got a flat tire today. You are already home, curled on the couch, watching Spongebob and...apparently studying.
"Hey grease monkey," you say the moment you spot me. "Did you change the tire or did the tire change you?" You mock the state of my clothes.
"Ha-ha," I say. "Anyway, I have great news. So remember that head of department position I interviewed for? Guess who got the job?" I am dancing, ridiculously I might add.
"Congratulations baby! Oh my God! That means the making-out-in-the-office fantasy is coming true?" You say excitedly, joining my dance. "How big is it?"
I shake my head while laughing. You wouldn't be you without your craziness. In retrospect, saying no to you didn't matter; you got your fantasy fulfilled anyway.
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
