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Remember, this is solely based on something. It never actually happened, and probably never will. She seems to be able to write about absolutely anything, so I made a stab in the dark to do this. I most likely have her totally out of character. I'm not good at guessing games.
It was dark, well after midnight. I was only there because she had asked me to be. I didn’t know why. Quite frankly, I didn’t care. She had asked me to meet her at the gas station. I’d had no reason not to go, so I went.
The cold air made me shiver. I pulled tighter on my jacket. We both sat without speaking, myself shivering and her sipping a bottle of coffee she had bought inside. She didn’t seem affected about having sneaked from her grandparents’ house to meet me there. I would have been nervous, if I hadn’t known my mother wouldn’t be back until early morning.
We seemed more at peace now than we ever had before. A silence that would have made me feel awkward a few months before comforted me now. The mutuality made us both at ease. She straightened her cap, staring into the distance as I studied her face. I knew that she felt gaze. It didn’t seem to bother her.
“So what’s up?” Her voice startled me a little, but I didn’t show it.
“Nothing.”
She nibbled on a chocolate cigarette. I’d always thought the stuff she had lying around would be so.. silly on someone else. But she pulled it off.
There was something beautiful about this meeting that made me feel alive. Sneaking out to meet a friend at the gas station in the middle of the night, not caring whether you were found out or not. The fact that we weren’t very close made it more real, though, and much more precious. We were both moving on; we were both growing up. All that remained now was the memory of when we had been fonder of each other. Yet, it was enough.
That night, I felt like I could just walk away from everything. Why not? I was just another fucked up teenager. I could easily get up and start walking. Walk all the way to California, where nobody knew me. Where I didn’t have to worry about letting people down or being let down. A place where others could use me and I could use those weaker than me. The thoughts were bittersweet in that they would never come true. Still, it was nice to imagine a similar future.
“What are you thinking?” An attempt to break the silence.
“…You’re a very hypocritical person.”
“Ah.” She continued to stare into the distance, taking another sip from her coffee. I just kept my eyes on her face.
It was dark, well after midnight. I was only there because she had asked me to be. I didn’t know why. Quite frankly, I didn’t care. She had asked me to meet her at the gas station. I’d had no reason not to go, so I went.
The cold air made me shiver. I pulled tighter on my jacket. We both sat without speaking, myself shivering and her sipping a bottle of coffee she had bought inside. She didn’t seem affected about having sneaked from her grandparents’ house to meet me there. I would have been nervous, if I hadn’t known my mother wouldn’t be back until early morning.
We seemed more at peace now than we ever had before. A silence that would have made me feel awkward a few months before comforted me now. The mutuality made us both at ease. She straightened her cap, staring into the distance as I studied her face. I knew that she felt gaze. It didn’t seem to bother her.
“So what’s up?” Her voice startled me a little, but I didn’t show it.
“Nothing.”
She nibbled on a chocolate cigarette. I’d always thought the stuff she had lying around would be so.. silly on someone else. But she pulled it off.
There was something beautiful about this meeting that made me feel alive. Sneaking out to meet a friend at the gas station in the middle of the night, not caring whether you were found out or not. The fact that we weren’t very close made it more real, though, and much more precious. We were both moving on; we were both growing up. All that remained now was the memory of when we had been fonder of each other. Yet, it was enough.
That night, I felt like I could just walk away from everything. Why not? I was just another fucked up teenager. I could easily get up and start walking. Walk all the way to California, where nobody knew me. Where I didn’t have to worry about letting people down or being let down. A place where others could use me and I could use those weaker than me. The thoughts were bittersweet in that they would never come true. Still, it was nice to imagine a similar future.
“What are you thinking?” An attempt to break the silence.
“…You’re a very hypocritical person.”
“Ah.” She continued to stare into the distance, taking another sip from her coffee. I just kept my eyes on her face.