Mike's house
Waking up on Saturday morning. Feeling energized by the cold breeze drifting from the window, he always liked to sleep with opened windows. Mike sprang up from his bed, took a bath and dressed up nicely. He's got a date with Emily today. Then, he went in the kitchen and had a big bowl of cereal with milk. He heard shower sound from his parents' room. Guessing his mom was up. After he took the last spoon fulled with milk, he called Emily. She didn't pick up. He looked at the clock above the TV, it showed 8.12 a.m. No wonder Emily wasn't up yet. He put the bowl into the sink while his father came out of the room.
"Oh, Mike!" he sounded surprised. He was always the first one to wake up and have a nicely-brewed coffee in the backyard.
"Morning dad." Mike greeted. He sat back on the bar stool with his father behind him, brewing his coffee.
"What got you up so early today?"
"I have no idea."
Mike checked his phone to see what's up with the world. Twitter? Nothing much. Instagram? 107 hearts? That's odd, usually he would get almost 200 a day. But it was pretty early at the moment. Snapchat? Selfies and drunk videos from his friends and high school girls from his high school. He got more and more crush-snaps, it got annoying sometimes. So he went back to the sink and snap a photo of him putting his middle finger up at the dirty dishes. Even though there were 2 bowls and a glass. And he sent it to everyone.
"You'd better wash them after doing that." said his father, reading a newspaper.
"Didn't I always?" Mike grinned. He turned around to face his father.
"So.. How's the first year in college?" His father started.
"It's fantastic, dad. My new friends are awesome. The campus is very nice. There were basketball courts, gym, theater..."
"Woah woah, I thought I sent you for Engineering class." He looked up at Mike. A small smile crept out from the right corner of his mouth.
"Oh.. that.." Mike though about his teachers, the books and the workshops. "It was cool. But the materials are getting harder, lately." he added, right after the coffee brewer ding.
"Nah, you'll be fine."
"I hope so." Mike said while he was pouring the coffee in a cup. Then he served it to his father with a waiter-like stance.
"Here's your coffee, Mister Monroe." Mike placed the coffee in front of him and sat back down.
"Thank you." Mike's dad inhaled his favorite scent of the black coffee. "Ahhh... I be in the garden if you need anything." He told Mike and left him with the coffee and the newspaper.
"Uh-huh. I'm going out, by the way." replied Mike. A minute later he dialed Emily's number again while thinking of how many time he had let her down or turned down their dates because of the "Class President" duties, but mostly he was tried out. He wasn't a guy for serious relationship and commitment. It was boring for him. He just wanted to have fun. His relationships were normally a couple of months and done. But not Emily, he had been with her for almost a year now. She was a bitchy type that he enjoyed hanging out with and um.. making out with. He was going make the call when Emily's name showed up instead. Mike answered.
"Hi, beau.." he greeted her with a flirty voice.
"Where were you last Thursday, Mike?" asked Emily. She sounded angry. "CHECKING-OUT-THE-COSTUMES for the parade? Sureeee.. Did you get them from a dance club? At fucking 10 p.m?"
"I-" he tried to protest but she cut him off again.
"Oh! And I never heard you needed any help from Jess! So, why! the hell! did she was with you there?"
"Em! Calm down! Where did you hear that from?"
"Do not question me, Micheal. I-"
"And how do you sure that was the truth!? That photo might have been taken long time ago!" he cut her off this time, gaining his confidence. "You know me, Em. I went out with my friends loads of times! Including Jess, of course!"
"Huh.. smooth." Emily said sarcastically. "You know what, we're done. I'm so sick.. of being your Barbie doll that only matters when you're playing cups n' teas with your friends, so you have something to boast about."
"What? You're breaking up with me?"
"Isn't it obvious, you doof?" Her voice was deepen.
"Emily, I can explain." said Mike, since he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Ohh.. shut up, honey. You said that every freakin' time you got caught. I'm all over it. You'll never be the man your mom is."
"Hey! That's offensive."
"Next time you tried to make any excuses, just.. be a little more creative, will ya?"
"Urghh.. Em. I'm sorry. I really really do."
"You never understand me, Mike. I lo-" she paused and let out a big huff. "We're not getting anywhere. I feel like I'm holding you back. We should be friends, it's better this way." her voice started shaking.
Mike took a minute to thought about their relationship. It sure did stop him from things he wanted to do. She always drew a line in almost everything about them, about him. He admitted that he wasn't an earnest boyfriend for her or any girl he was with. But breaking up with Emily?... Fuck it. He'll be fine.
"So, this is goodbye?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, I guess."
"We're cool, right?"
"Uh-huh."
There was a silent pause, an awkward one.
"See ya around?"
"Whatever." she hung up.
Mike put down his phone and tried to reassemble what the hell just happened. But he got snapped out of his thoughts by a buzz from his phone, someone sent him a message. He slide his phone open and he saw a photo of him and Jessica at the club entrance, taking selfies together. With the description 'Go fuck your selfies. – Em.'
