You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want

"Well, someone's dressed up" Mikey teased from the bottom of the stairs, staring up at me.
I wouldn't exactly call it dressed up. I wasn't in a suit, but I'd made more of an effort for school than I usually did. Ever. I was wearing my Chemical Brothers shirt, my skinniest black jeans and red Converse. Nothing really special. But I had to admit that I looked OK.
"Hmm, I wonder why?" Mikey asked, putting a finger to his chin, pretending to wonder.
"Yeah, me too" I said back. We shouted a bye to mom, and she shouted 'love you' from the kitchen.
Sat I sat on the bus, I really wished Mikey was here to tell me what to do. He probably wouldn't be of any help, and if he actually was here, I know I'd wish he wasn't. But still, it would be nice to have someone to fall back on.
I stood in the exact same place as yesterday when I got to school. Butterflies were whirling in my stomach, making me feel nauseous.
I waited for Him, scanning the crowd for a short body in a black hoodie.
The doors opened, and he didnt show up. My heart sank. I was so dissapointed in myself. I'd let myself think someone would be interested in me, me. I'd got my hopes up, I'd tried to be optimistic, and I'd failed miserably.
I just wanted this day to be over more than anything. I wanted to crawl back into bed and drink myself into a coma.
I seemed ridiculously over dramatic, but I'd started to imagine myself being happy, not being this depressed, fucked up little shit. I'd actually let myself believe I could escape.
I can't even be depressed properly.

The rest of day was shit as ever. I went home, did my homework with no particular efffort, except art. I threw all my anger into my piece and it turned out quite good. Mikey and mom glanced at me from across the table when we had dinner, and I overheard them whispering about me in the kitchen. I was exhausted by the end of the night, and fell asleep straight away.