Micah Johnson Goes West (Get Out, #2)(62)

“They want to go west,” Micah said.

Alex rolled his eyes. “I got that.”

“You didn’t let me finish, idiot. We are west. Get it?”

“Kind of.”

“Just think about it. Here we are, driving down the West Coast Highway, the sun shining upon the water as it sets… because the sun sets in Western Australia over the ocean, did you know that?”

“Yes, because I’m not stupid,” Alex said, as if he definitely thought Micah was. “It’s the opposite side of the country, so of course it doesn’t rise over the ocean like it does back home.”

Micah smiled at the use of the word “home” for Melbourne. He remembered how he did it all the time when he first moved here, and of course Melbourne would always be home, but for right now Perth was home. And he was starting to think of it that way himself. “Anyway, we’ll be driving, and going, ‘Wow, this city actually can be quite pretty,’ and then I’ll slip this into the CD player again, and as you hear the seagulls cry before the beat kicks in, you’ll actually feel pretty content with where you are. And then the lyrics will start, and you’ll sing along, but you’ll realise you’re in the West, and you’re fine.”

“That’s a pretty heavy way to look at that song.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong, though.”

“No. Probably not. It’s kind of a sad song really, isn’t it?”

Micah thought about it, and had to agree. “But it’s hopeful too.”

“Yeah,” Alex said. “It’s a pretty good song. Put it on again.”