Rewind
Over-Dramatic
September 9, 2003
It's the first day of my senior year. I got up early to get ready for school. I wanted to look amazing. I was ready to win the prize.
I kept smoothing down my shirt and picking invisible pieces of lint off of my clothing as I waited for Ryan to come pick me up for school. A ritual that started last year when Ryan got his license. I stood by the front door, watching out the window at my driveway. Finally, Ryan's familiar car pulled into my driveway. I couldn't help but smile. Ryan got out of his car as I came outside.
"Ryan!" I yelled, pulling him into a hug when we were close enough.
"Don't yell in my ear, Macy!" Ryan yelled.
"I missed you, though!" I said, still a bit loud.
"I missed you too!" Ryan said. "Even though I just saw you a few days ago. So there's really no point in the yelling."
We laughed and pulled apart. Ryan looked at what I was wearing.
"Let me guess," Ryan said. "You're still going after Brendon."
I smiled.
"Of course," I said. Ryan sighed.
"Just promise me that all of our conversations won't involve talking about Brendon," Ryan said. "If I hear any more about 'how great Brendon looked in those jeans', I'm going literally shoot myself. I have a gun in my bag already, fully loaded and ready to go."
"You're so over-dramatic," I said as we started toward his car. "And I promise I won't talk about Brendon. Much."
"No," Ryan said. "You won't talk about him at all. I heard enough last year. I doubt that their is anything new that can be said about him this year."
"Stop complaining," I said as we got into his car. "Now hurry up, or we're going to be late for school."
It's the first day of my senior year. I got up early to get ready for school. I wanted to look amazing. I was ready to win the prize.
I kept smoothing down my shirt and picking invisible pieces of lint off of my clothing as I waited for Ryan to come pick me up for school. A ritual that started last year when Ryan got his license. I stood by the front door, watching out the window at my driveway. Finally, Ryan's familiar car pulled into my driveway. I couldn't help but smile. Ryan got out of his car as I came outside.
"Ryan!" I yelled, pulling him into a hug when we were close enough.
"Don't yell in my ear, Macy!" Ryan yelled.
"I missed you, though!" I said, still a bit loud.
"I missed you too!" Ryan said. "Even though I just saw you a few days ago. So there's really no point in the yelling."
We laughed and pulled apart. Ryan looked at what I was wearing.
"Let me guess," Ryan said. "You're still going after Brendon."
I smiled.
"Of course," I said. Ryan sighed.
"Just promise me that all of our conversations won't involve talking about Brendon," Ryan said. "If I hear any more about 'how great Brendon looked in those jeans', I'm going literally shoot myself. I have a gun in my bag already, fully loaded and ready to go."
"You're so over-dramatic," I said as we started toward his car. "And I promise I won't talk about Brendon. Much."
"No," Ryan said. "You won't talk about him at all. I heard enough last year. I doubt that their is anything new that can be said about him this year."
"Stop complaining," I said as we got into his car. "Now hurry up, or we're going to be late for school."