[Loosely inspired by Fall Out Boy’s Bang the Doldrums.]
We sit in the backseat of the taxicab, giggling and euphoric, as New York City flashes by in bursts of bright colors, groups of people, and tall buildings; the rest is midnight black. The cabbie frowns disapprovingly as we stick nearly half our bodies out the windows, screaming and laughing as we drive downtown, the wind whipping the hair around our faces. Decked out in prom gear, we were far too overdressed to be driving in a taxi, but that was what made it fun. After all, it wasn’t a date, we told ourselves. We were just going as friends, we reminded everyone. But look how long that lasted…
My throat tightens as the memory replays itself in my mind, and I’m just thankful that the pulsating light hides my flicker of emotion from the rest of the partygoers. Best friends, ex friends, lovers…we’ve gone through a lot, haven’t we?
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