"When do you turn eighteen again?" I asked, panicked. What if he ends up in Africa? What if he gets on this wrong flight? Or what if, even worse, he gets on the wrong plane?

Don't tease me for worrying. These problems actually are realistic and might occur.

"In a month," He said, "I thought I already told you that."

"You did?" I asked. I was probably too busy panicking that I didn't even notice.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." He replied.

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

"Didn't know you wanted me to leave that soon," he chuckled nervously. Before I had a chance to reply, he quickly said, "Just kidding. I'm leaving tomorrow. Or that's what Mr. Ex President over there said." His eyes darted to the ex-president on the phone.

Huh. His phone was newer than mine.

What am I saying? Of course, his phone was better than mine! He was the frickin president! Well, ex-president. Still. He's richer than... I'm not sure, but I can gladly assure you that he's richer than I am.

We watched him turn off his phone. "So, you ready to go?" He asked Lysander.

"Wait... we're leaving RIGHT NOW?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes," He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "That's what I said."

No, that is exactly what he didn't say.

Unlike Mr. Ex-President, SOME people don't have that much money to buy new clothing wherever they go.

"My clothes aren't at the grocery store... my house is... wait, do you want my address?" He asked.

"That would be nice," The president chuckled.

"Erm... uh, go you need me to go?" I asked nervously.

He sighed. "Young people and their questions... working with Mickey Mouse would be even better than this." He muttered.

He paused and thought about it. "Nevermind. He's young too."

He looked at me. "I'm afraid so."

Come on. He literally ended the war in Iraq, and he's afraid of something pathetic like me going home? Why are presidents afraid of me going home? Does he think I'm going to blow up my house or something?

Probably, but I'm not crazy to that level (I hope).

"Who's going to take her home? I took her here." He said. Welp, there goes the idea of pretending to not know I went to the store.

Mr. Ex- President smiled serenely. "Dear girl, I hope you can drive."
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I don't really feel like telling you how that car ride went.

Let's just say... I had a whole refresh on how to drive a car.

I finally got the hang of it halfway to my house. After a bike passed me, I felt incredibly discouraged. But, hey, no cars honked at me, so I guess I'm good.

I laid on my bed when I stomped upstairs after greeting my mom, who had the day off.

After dinner was eaten, one dreadful question clouded my mind.

What if he never comes back?

He'll come back. He'll come back, I assured myself.

Then, my brain was like 'No, you're actually thinking he won't come back.'

Sighing, I got up from my bed and got ready. Who invented Mondays? And can they un-invent them? I can literally imagine President Obama being like 'I'm afraid not, dear girl.'

Cue me laughing like a maniac on the way downstairs.

School wasn't the hard part. The hard part was to wake up for school. Who agrees?

Guess what? I saw Lysander at school today, meaning today was probably his last day.

"Today your last day?" I asked softly.
Surprisingly, he said, "No, today's not my last day."

My eyes widened. "Really?"

"No," He said sarcastically, "I lied." He rolled his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes and maybe you'll find a brain back there," I muttered.

"I have one!" He argued.

Yeah, right. About that...

"Pretend I never said anything," I told him.

"Well, I can't, anymore, since you've already sliced my heart open with your stinky comment." He pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "If your heart was sliced, you'd be dying."

"I AM dying." He stated.  "Maybe YOU'LL find a brain back there if you roll YOUR eyes." He laughed in my face.

"Unlike you, I've already found mine, you idiot. If it wasn't true you wouldn't be affected by it!" I explained.

"Maybe you'll grow a heart. Like the grinch." He told me.

I rolled my eyes (again!). "For your information, you can't actually look at someone's intestines without viewing them from a scanner or a screen. Second of all, the grinch's heart only 'grew' because his heart pressure increased rapidly." I crossed my arms.

He looked at me in horror. "You just ruined my favorite movie..." He held his head in his hands in disbelief. "That's illegal!"

Then why am I here? I thought people who did illegal things went to jail. I guess I'm a special case, then.

"That's me," I joked, "Murdering people's dreams of their favorite movies." I showed him a thumbs up.

He looked terrified. "You evil person!"

I walked away, cackling.
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"YOU SERIOUSLY HAVEN'T PACKED YET?" I screeched at Lysander, "OBAMA GAVE YOU, LIKE, A WHOLE DAY TO DO IT!!"

"A WHOLE DAY AIN'T ENOUGH!" He yelled back at me.

I looked at his empty suitcase and sighed. "It looks like you've spent your time wisely."

"I have!" He replied excitedly, "I won three games on my Xbox!"

"Congratulations," I remarked sarcastically, "You've officially failed the test of life."

"Wait..." He said, "There was a test? Why wasn't there a review? Did I get an 'h?' That's the worst grade ever!"

I facepalmed. "What's an h anyway? I thought the lowest grade you could get was an F."

"An H is 'how the heck did you get so low of a grade?'" He told me.

That was actually pretty cool.

"What's a J then?" He asked.

Well, he was the one that came up with all this crap...

"Why are we even talking about this? You should be packing! The president must be waiting." I rushed him.

"I'd rather get in trouble with the president and spend more time with you than the president being pleased with me just so he can ship me off to a faraway land." He grumbled.

I blushed and pretended not to hear.

"When you're there... make sure to call," I said awkwardly to fill the stretching silence.

"Yeah," He smiled softly, "I will. Promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I joked, but the look on his face was serious.

"I won't," He said, determined, "I promise."
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"For the last time, are you sure you have everything?" I asked.

"Yes, MOM, I have everything," Lysander replied.
"You sure you're not packing for daycare?" I asked skeptically.

"Pretty sure." He hummed.

"Well, this teddy bear says otherwise," I commented.

"Well," He mimicked, "The teddy bear is lying." The dark crimson blush he had on his face certainly didn't help either.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"I don't know!" He screeched, "You're the one with the phon- oh, wait. It's 11:45." He replied.

"We should leave now," I told him, standing up from the very comfortable couch.

"Whyyyyyyy?" He groaned.

"Come on. You're driving."

"Why can't you drive?" He asked.

I crossed my arms. "I don't want to."

"Oh, does little wittle Julia not know how to drive?" He cooed, pinching my cheeks.

"Shut up," I muttered, "And I know how to drive."
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"You sure?" He asked skeptically when another bike passed us.

"Yep," I replied. "Show some more gratefulness to your chauffeur."

"Okay, then," He told himself, "You got it! Good job! You're already twenty miles below the 25 MPH speed limit!"

"Oh, shut up. You're distracting me from my mad driving skills. Ugh, why did they make video games so unrealistic?"

That's exactly why we got there twenty minutes late. Good for us, the president was late, too.

I sighed. "All that driving was hard work."

"Must I not remind you that you have to drive yourself home?"

I sighed again. "He's here."

We both got out of the car and greeted him.

I had a feeling when the plane took off, my heart left with the plane.
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