A/N: This happened when the song was playing and auslly at the piano appeared on my dash.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Song: Passenger Seat - Stephen Speaks
- I implore you to open a tab and listen to the song!
The wind made her hair flutter behind her, a tangled soft mess of brown locks.
My hand hangs on the top of my door, the other on the steering wheel as we're driving, top down, windows down.
She doesn't like the beach but she's looking out on her side at the shimmering sea, a smile on her and a bright twinkle in her doe eyes.
The concert is hours from now, but all I can feel right now is the air in my lungs and her beside me as she lets out a laugh, sticking her hand out to feel the wind.
And honestly, her cheeks are dusted with pink flush, and she's telling me something about a new song title she thought of. Her mouth is curved in an adorable smile, her voice a chime as she rambles on about the sea and how she always viewed it different from a beach itself. I wanna stare at it endlessly, Ally says, it's sort of calming. Isn't it?
I think I nod in response. My eyes glance at her small hand in her lap, as the other is outstretched again. Her hair is definitely a mess now, but her bubbling grin says she doesn't notice or frankly mind.
She leans back in her seat, tilting her chin up with a smile still planted on her, her eyes closed.
A happy thought, or vibe, or feeling goes through her since she shudders, but a happy kind of a shudder as she opens her eyes with her smile even bigger.
Ally looks at me. Austin. She says. Why are you smiling at me like that? A warm rose color spreads across her cheeks.
I look at her a little longer before glancing back at the road before my eyes return to her, my smile evidently still there as she ogles back with a new shyness. She soon loses it under my gaze, letting out a giggle as she turns to the blue water again.
I look back at the road, still smiling, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
My hands switch turns on the steering wheel and my other lays between us now.
When I glance back at her, she's still smiling at the sea, one hand in her flitting hair to keep it out of her face. My heart is still pounding as the sunlight is hitting her perfectly.
Looking back at the road, my fingers brush against hers after trailing over to her hand. I don't see her reaction but I feel her still for a second before our fingers tangle together. We settle it there as I continue driving down the pavement.
And I don't have to look at her to know she's still messy haired, and smiling at the ocean, and that she's everything to me. My heart is pounding and I can feel hers pounding too as she squeezes my hand.
I squeeze back, looking at the road. And in a way, that was my way of telling her that I have all I need right here in the passenger seat.
And I've got all that I need
Right here in the passenger seat...