Stupidly In Love With You

I stare at the traffic in front of me. I had been on this road for the past 30 minutes, and no car is moving. We are stuck here.

"Oh, how I wish I had superpowers so I could fly away," I sigh.

"Not happening, Chloe. At least not in this life," I thought to myself.

My phone rang.

‘Sexy ass bitch’, I chuckle at the name she used to save her number on my phone. Immediately after I picked up, I was met with her screaming.

"Where the hell are you?!" she screamed, my ears ringing for a moment.

"Oh, you know the usual. I’m getting my cock sucked," I blurted.

"You don't even have one," she said.

"What picture did I WhatsApp you 5 minutes ago, Emma? I’m stuck in this goddamn traffic for 30 minutes!" I had this sudden urge to lie down on the road and let someone ride over me.

"You are so getting fired today. Ethan’s been shouting for over an hour asking where the hell you are. I told him, and he said, ‘you should come up with a better excuse,’ as if he doesn’t know the traffic in New York. Donkey ass bitch."

Ethan, our manager, always in a bad mood. Ever since he joined this company, his mood has been horrible.

I believe someone had him at gunpoint to take this job.

Not a single smile on his face, ever. He’s 35 and married, don’t know if it’s a happy one, because if it was, he’d be doing cartwheels in here.

Only one daughter. I've heard she’s really cute... but also really annoying.

I would hit my head on the steering wheel if the cars don’t start moving.

"I’ll be there soon, just distract him, please." I check my wristwatch, and panic floods me. I was really late.

"I’d flash him when he comes near me," she says in a boring tone.

I frown at my phone, wishing she could see my face. She really is a friend who would die for you.

I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, tapping my foot eagerly as I turn my head to the left.

A man in his 60s was in a white, ancient car beside me. I was shocked when I saw he was already looking.

Creep.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he tried to whistle at me but failed, he just blew air out of his mouth.

I bit my lip so hard, trying not to laugh.

I looked at him. What was that old man tryna do?

Still goofily smiling at me.

I awkwardly smiled back.

"You look like someone I’ve seen before," he said loudly so I could hear.

I tilted my head to the side, grinning. "Really? Like who?"

"Mike Wazowski."

A smile still on my lips as I frowned, trying to remember if that was any celebrity. But why would he compare me to a male?

When realization hit me, I gasped loudly.

The one from Monsters Inc?! How could I not figure it out?

He grinned at me and blinked. "You agree too, right?"

Soon, the cars started moving. I stuck my head out and shouted, "You old bitch!" and sped a little so my car could be near his.

"Oi! May you fall on your wrinkly ass when you walk down the stairs!" I huffed, giving him a last glare.

I rolled up my windows, now wearing my sunglasses and putting on some music.

"You bring good to my lonely life;

Honestly,

It’s hard for me to look into your eyes;

When I say,

That I would be nothing without your love."

I sing the lyrics out loudly.

I am in love with Abel Tesfaye a.k.a. The Weeknd.