The green glowing numbers on Alex Marien's Buick Century read 1:40 AM, precisely. I'm rambling incoherently and trying to use my seatbelt as a pillow. He finds my condition entirely amusing. He is in the same condition: completely fatigued. Unfortunately, he is driving. We're pulling out of a cul de sac, when I say, with my voice muffled by the seatbelt and a curtain of hair, "Let's go somewhere."
Without hesitation, Alex says, "All right. Your choice."
I consider going down to the river and figuring out something from there. As we get to Ransom, I have a flash of brilliance, which, at that hour, was more like a flicker of insight. I droopily leaned over, and patted his pea coat as eagerly as I could. "Alex, let's go to the Huth Road playground."
Alex laughs and says, "The Huth Road playground?!" There's a pause, and he says, "Which way do I turn?"
We ended up pulling into my driveway at 2:15 am. I said, "Well. I think this evening speaks for itself. I'm just going to leave quickly before I say something awkward." I walked into the house to find two very worried parents. I felt insanely guilty, but it was totally worth it.
Just another disclaimer: Last night wasn't amazing because I fell in love with Alex Marien whilst swinging on the frozen swingset. It was amazing precisely because there weren't any romantic moments. Just good clean fun.
posted by M.Jazz @ 11:44 AM
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