The other day, I did a few new things. I also did a few stupid things. These just so happened to overlap.
I went to Perkins for the first time with my family. It was okay, bla bla, whatever. Afterwards, I went with my dad and sister to the 10:30 showing of Spider-Man: Homecoming. It was amazing. Kind of in love with Tom Holland now. It’s cool.
The movie got out at 1:00 AM. When we were walking through the parking lot back to our car, I noticed that it was actually pretty nice out. When we got home, my sister and I laid in the driveway and stared at the stars for an hour.
You know how in books they describe the sensation of falling up, up, up, into the sky?
That’s exactly what I felt.
I played some music, we got weird looks from the gang of teenage boys wandering down the street, and it was overall one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
Emily’s playlist for staring up at the stars at 1 AM:
- City of Stars – Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone (from La La Land)
- For Forever – Ben Platt (from Dear Evan Hansen)
- If I Could Fly – One Direction
- The Mortician’s Daughter – Black Veil Brides
- Amnesia – 5 Seconds of Summer
- Night Changes – One Direction
- Six Feet Under The Stars (Acoustic) – All Time Low
By the time we got inside, I was ready to go to sleep. I took a quick glance at tumblr-
-and saw a picture of a cheeseburger.
Instantly, I was wide awake. I texted my friends (who also had completely screwed up their sleep schedules for the summer) and asked if I should go to McDonald’s. Leah bet that I wouldn’t do it–at that point, I just had to.
I walked into my sister’s room–the light was still on and she was on Wattpad, she also wasn’t going to sleep soon–and asked if she wanted to join me. She gave me a weird look but ultimately shrugged and joined me.
We drove to the McDonald’s about five minutes from our house, noting the empty streets and the way the sky was illuminated with lightning every few seconds.
Sadly, no one was there. We were about two and a half hours too early. Too awake to go home, we just drove. We followed a road out past our house, past all the houses, till everything around us was farmland and darkness. After several minutes, we turned back around and headed home.
I’m honestly not 100% sure this actually happened. I wouldn’t believe much of it if I didn’t have the texts and timestamps to prove it.
This is the kind of stupid but harmless stuff that I love. This is the best part of being a teenager. I’m glad that with this blog, I’ll be able to look back on this several years from now and remember that time when I just really wanted a cheeseburger.
If you don’t do anything dumb, you won’t have any stories to tell. And what are we, in the end, if not stories?