Micky kept his eyes squeezed tight as Mike zipped down the roads on his motorcycle. He was squeezing Mike's waist so hard, it was a miracle the other man could still breathe.

Micky could feel his hair, which he took special care in straightening every day so he wouldn't get teased for its natural curliness, whipping in his face with the wind. He couldn't wipe it out of his face though, for fear of letting go of Michael and falling off the motorcycle.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, but finally the wind died down and Micky realized they'd stopped. He slowly opened his eyes and peeked out at Michael, who was giving him that same wild, drunken grin as before.

"We're here."

My little brother starts 9th grade in a week and he's setting alarms, trying to get back on a normal sleep schedule, and I still get the luxury of sleeping in as much as I want to 😂😂

#PerksOfBeingGraduated