igorawr15

Me: Studied for 30 seconds! I'm gonna rock this f.ucking test!

Have you ever walked into a
room and forgot why you were in there? Well, that's how I lost my job as a firefighter.




 

Even here on witty,
I don't have friends.

May

THE

FOURTH 

be with you

 

Mom: That doesn't sound like cleaning!!
Me: *thinking* Well it's not supossed to. Cleaning doesn't sound like computer keys.

Lend Me Your Heart
Forty-Seven
 
“Don’t let go of my hand today,” Zach said, his eyes so stern I practically burst out laughing.
“I’m serious, baby,” he said, taking hold of my hand.
I gave him a stern look and shook my head.
“You know I hate that nickname,” I said, frowning.
“Right,” he said. “Sorry. I’m experimenting today.”
“I’ve noticed,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
“What I meant to say was, I’m serious, sweetheart.”
“Better.”
“But I always use sweetheart.”
“Then think of something else.”
“Beautiful? Darling? Angel? Sunshine?” he asked, making me laugh so hard I almost spilled the cup of hot chocolate I bought before we boarded the train.
Luckily, there weren’t very many people on the train, considering it was Christmas Eve and everything.
He groaned in frustration.
“What’s wrong with those names?”
“Nothing,” I laughed, tilting my head to the side. “You’re just so cute.”
“You’re cuter.”
“No. You are.”
“No, beautifuldarlingangelsweetheartsunshine. You are,” he said, making me laugh even more.
“Oh great,” I laughed, “Are we one of those couples now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, like one of those really annoying couples?”
Zach chuckled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, smiling to himself.
“Who could possibly find us annoying?”
I turned my head just in time to see a grumpy, old woman roll her eyes.
I blushed and shrunk my head, looking down in shame.
“I guess we are,” I mumbled.
Zach just smiled back at me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
The train was unusually cold, despite the fact that it had heating.
Eventually, the rocking of the train made me fall asleep.
What seemed like minutes later, I heard Zach’s voice.
“Laynie,” he sang, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “Time to wake up.”
I yawned and stretch, taking in my surroundings.
We were definitely in an underground railroad station in New York.
I’d only taken the train here once, but I knew this was definitely it.
“We’re here!” I gasped excitedly, immediately standing up. “Come on, Zach! We need to find a cab.”
He chuckled, standing up and looping his arm through mine with his basketball duffle bag around his shoulder.
As soon as we got off the train, we were surrounded by a large mob of people, some rushing and some taking their time.
Zach looked down at me with a serious face as if to say, “We’re going in.”
And we did.
I kept my arm locked with his as we squirmed through hundreds of people, making our way to the streets above.
There were lots of girls around my age walking around; pretty girls with nice clothes and white smiles, making me feel self-conscious whenever they fluttered their eyelashes in Zach’s direction.
Some girls even whispered in their friends’ ears as they walked by him, stealing sneaky glances and giggling to themselves.
I rolled my eyes.
“The disadvantages of bringing your extremely handsome boyfriend to New York City for a day,” I muttered.
“None of them compare to you, gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear, making me bite my lip and blush intensely.
After walking to a cab, we rode it to Broadway, located the theater first, and then found a restaurant nearby.
It was a fancy, French restaurant that was kind of expensive, but that’s what happens when your mom gives you permission to use her credit card!
“I don’t take French,” Zach said, squinting his eyes at the menu, as if that would help him translate it.
“I can help,” I told him, smiling.
“What’s un croque monsieur?” he asked with a horrible French accent.
“It’s a grilled ham and cheese sandwich,” I laughed. “It’s really popular in France. I think I’ll get the same thing.”
After eating lunch, we headed over to the David H. Koch Theater, got out tickets approved, bought some candy, and sat in row five, seats A and B.
The show started almost immediately and it was absolutely amazing.
It was astonishing to see the dancers I’ve looked up to so much since learning the Sugar Plum Fairy Dance, but it did lower my self-esteem a little.
I couldn’t help it.
They were all so beautiful and graceful and they made dancing looking effortless.
When my dance came on, though, Zach turned to me and whispered, “I liked your version better.”
 I couldn’t help but smile slightly, even though I knew it wasn’t true and he was just trying to be nice.
That’s what makes me so happy, though.
The fact that Zach was constantly trying to make me feel good about myself is what made me happy.
I loved him for it.
Of course, he was perfect, too, and I tried to remind him as much as he reminded me.
By the time the show was over and we walked back outside again, it was snowing big, fluffy speckles.
I looked up at the dark, night sky and smiled.
“Everything is so perfect right now, Zach,” I admitted, crinkling my nose as a snowflake felt on its tip. “Thanks for being my best friend.”
“Thanks for being mine, too,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it.