Mindi and I stand on top of a rooftop, watching the sun go down and the people pointing us out below. I look at her; she looks at me, smiling. We climb down the side of the building, being met by the press rather quickly.
"Bloody Hood, what ties do you have to the warehouse fire?" one reporter.
"None, dunno what the bloody hell you're talking about." I reply, faking and English accent to hide my voice. We continue running down the street, barreling down and alley way. I reach the wall, leaping foot first, using it to propel myself upwards and catching the security bars that sheltered a bakers window. I used them as grips to climb the wall, leaping across and landing on the window sill of the adjacent building. I grabbed the window sill above me, pulling myself up and continuing onto the roof. Mindi was already up there.
"C'mon, you're slower than shit." She said. I laughed as we took off.
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
I sit at the table, across from Marcus.
"Run the plan by me one more time." He said, setting his cup of coffee down.
"The limo will pick us up here, we will take two scheduled stops between here and the Hilton hotel the prom is being held at. After that, we get to the prom and, well, then its prom."
"Drugs." He asked.
"To my knowledge, no." I reply.
"Alcohol?" he asks.
"Nope." I answer.
"Oh stop badgering him Marcus." I hear a voice say. My head snaps to the side and my eyebrows fly up. Mindi is wearing a white dress, cuts off at her shins, shiny as hell too. My jaw was on the floor as she walked over to me, straightening my tie for me.
"You gonna be okay?" she asked, pecking my lips.
"I think I just came." I whispered, laughing. She punched me in the shoulder, grinning. I was wearing a white suit with a black tie, my dad wrestled it out of his buddy who runs a Men's Warehouse and I was psyched.
"You look dashing." She said with emphasis on the final word.
"Thanks, you look gorgeous." I reply, kissing her on the tip of her nose, forcing her to crinkle it in pleasure.
"All right guys, it's PROM TIME!" Marcus said, throwing up a peace sign. We just look at him, silent.
"No." we said, shaking our heads as we walked out the front door.
"Wait, Mindi!" Marcus called. She turned around,
"Have fun tonight, all right." He said, stroking her neat hair.
"I will." She said, hugging him, and just like that, we were in the limo and on our way to pick up the boys.
The music was pounding as we entered the ball room, loud hip-hop music and techno shit. Everyone was grinding and cheering with every song that passed as Mindi and I were the only ones not doing that stuff. We were once again in our own little world together, nothing came between us now. Soon the music slowed down to a more appropriate dance style and we began to slow dance, her head neatly nestled on my shoulder.
"I'm glad we decided to do this." She said,
"Me too." I reply, smiling. Then the music turned to Romance on a Rocket Ship. I was liking it and so was Mindi.
Mindi and I entered a hotel room; she was untying my tie rapidly, being careful to not tear anything. I reached behind her and hit the lock on the door. She slid the tie off, slinging it neatly over the recliner, unbuttoning my shirt and untucking it in the process. She threw that on the seat as well and went for my belt. I reached behind her again, grabbing the zipper on her dress and throwing it down.
Mindi got up out of bed, I was smiling as she got dressed in her street clothes.
"I'll go get coffee." She said.
"I'll come with you." I said, preparing to get up.
"No." she said quickly, "you just rest there big boy, if you think this is over, you got another thing coming." She said, grinning.
"oh I bet I do." Stupid joke, I thought to myself.
"Oh wow." She said, throwing a pillow into my face. I laughed as I lay back down.
Mindi walked up to the pregnancy tests, looking at them confused.
"Need help?" a sales associate asked her, she nodded.
"Which is the best one?" she asked.
"Uh, I'd say Clearblue." He replied.
"Thanks." Mindi said, quiet. She grabbed the box, walking up to the counter.
Mindi entered the bedroom, coffee in hand. I smiled as she walked over and set the coffee down on the coffee table. She disappeared into the bathroom after that, carrying a rectangular box. I had assumed it was toothpaste, but I remembered she had a full tube. Then it clicked, the condom broke last night. My jaw dropped. What had I done?
Mindi waited for the test to register, shaking in fear, as the answer popped up she grew anxious, then she read it.
Mindi exited the bathroom, fearful look on her face.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, she looked at me, tear in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant." She replied. I froze, color bleeding from my face.