Thoughtless:
It was slow and not something he would usually listen to but it had a good hard beat and the lyrics made him laugh on occasion so it was pretty okay, pretty bearable.
At the moment he was sitting in his recently remade Volkswagen Rabbit, the radio was blasting at an earsplitting volume but he didn't wince every time the bass thundered and echoed back around in the hallow interior or even when the song changed to metal and the singer began to wail.
He enjoyed it really, the 'being by himself' part.
It meant not having to hear about his shit-load of responsibilities and he wasn't being told to quit moping and get over Bella- there he did flinch.
Something deep like envy and heavy like tension bloomed from deep inside his chest competing with every thing else for room. It grew and spread, fanning out across him like fire.
Something like flames. Something like…pain.
It wasn't as though the heavy bass and painfully high pitched notes were bothering anyone. Nobody comes to the beach when the clouds are dumping buckets down on it, which is (humorlessly) every day…almost.
An invisible ribbon of a scent breathed in shook him from his thoughts and he quickly slammed the radio 'OFF' button. Abruptly the flow of sound halted and his inhuman hearing picked up the sounds he would not have heard had the music still been flowing from his stereo.
With out a second thought he put the car in drive and sped off, tires spraying up pebbles and drift wood as he went.
His dad would kill him if he was caught ditching again.
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