And it was..... absolutely no different.
I really expected myself to freak out, except it felt exactly the same save for the absence of my dad. How anticlimatic.
After school, I drove Lan to Dairy Queen. I made her buy me an ice cream cone. Upon getting back to Oxford, a certain honey bunch demanded that I drive him and his friend to the liquor store. I invited Lan along again, and she and Justin argued over who gets front seat. I already knew that Lan wouldn't give up her throne, though. Shotgun is reserved for my right hand-woman. Also, Justin makes it very hard to drive safely. He kept telling me to go because there weren't any cars. The light was red.
While in the parking lot, Lan realized she had to walk back to school because her mom wanted to pick her up, so it was just me watching the two boys buying candy and soda (I had no money). Then Justin called shotgun. He got in my car and became fascinated with the pop-out cup holder. He kept imitating the sound it makes, doing this little hand motion to accompany it. It was the cutest damn thing I've seen today.
When we got back, I hung out with Justin's crew for a bit. And all the while he was ranting about how boring a driver I am. Well, excuse me, child. If you want to get yourself killed, you can go ahead and run a red light.
As retribution, I took his phone (right out of his back pocket, mind) and fiddled with it for a while. When I finally left, I accidentally on purpose forgot to give it back to him. Then when I was in my car, I used his phone to call his best friend Sam. I had him make it known that if Justin wanted his phone back, he needed to be at the parking lot in thirty seconds. He practically ran to my car, arms flailing and all.
I fucking love that kid. He makes me happy. His yearbook is sitting on my bed.
Peace.
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