A/N: Okay, this was a paper for English, but it doesn't ever say who these
people are, so they can be anyone you'd like them to be. I thought that it
was decent though, so maybe you'll enjoy. R&R. byez!
One Night
The night was both silent and infinitely loud. The little yellow car was warm, but the air that flowed silently through the opened windows was cold as it kissed our skin. The clouds overhead hid the twinkling stars. The light of the moon was just visible around the dark, billowing forms.
I leaned into him, and found his arms comfortable and warm. I felt safe and protected in his strong grip. His hair brushed my cheek, hanging limply around his face. The beautiful electric blue of his eyes pierced my unworthy green ones. We both drank Jones Green Apple Soda. The bottles were frosted from the refrigerator and the damp night air. The slippery glass was icy to the touch as I raised the bottle to my lips. A rush of liquid invaded my mouth. It tasted like a liquefied, intensified green apple Jolly Rancher.
Headlights flashed by on the road behind us. It was barely visible because of the steam that had collected on the back window. The shadows of the woods danced in front of us. The wind moved the leaves of the plants and trees in a rhythmic dance. Every motion was sharp, outlined by the night. The masks of the day were ripped off and thrown aside, to be forgotten as long as they could. True feelings and beliefs were the only things left. They were the only things needed. Our souls poured out in conversation that was silent, but not forced. Much was said without speaking a word. It was not possible to believe that any other person walked the Earth.
He turned my head toward his, and kissed my parched lips. Again, the taste of the green apple invaded my mouth, making the kiss even more exotic and surreal. The hair of his mustache scratched at my upper lip. His hands traveled down my body, exploring where I would let them go.
We slowly broke apart, the consul of the car once again dividing us. My fingers found the steering wheel, and gently traced its outline in the dark. The bottles of Jones stood waiting to be poured gently down a human throat. Rings of water sat on the dashboard where the bottles left their mark. He sighed as he granted the bottle's silent request, dripping the condensation from the outside onto his shirt as he drank.
His gentle fingers caressed the side of my face. He played with my long hair, which felt soft between his fingers. The car smelled slightly of raspberries, from the shampoo that I had used earlier. The smell permeated the night.
The lights of a house flicked on behind us. The soft glow shredded through the beauty and silence of the night. The moment was ruined, never to return. His lips found mine once more, my head filled with wondering thoughts, asking what tomorrow could possibly bring, if tonight was so perfect. He opened the door, and got out, leaving one lonely bottle of Jones soda in place on the dash. The night swallowed his dark figure, taking him from my sight.
The engine roared into life as I turned the key in the ignition. The radio, which had been turned down when the car was stopped, seemed to bombard the beauty of the moment with a hundred atomic bombs. I switched it off almost instantly, something I had not done for a very long time. The beams of the headlights flowed over the dancing leaves and branches. They no longer seemed quite so magical or quite as sharp as they had in the dark. I drove away in that silence, ruining the beauty of the dark with the two small beams that shone from the front of the car, still not knowing what to expect from tomorrow.
One Night
The night was both silent and infinitely loud. The little yellow car was warm, but the air that flowed silently through the opened windows was cold as it kissed our skin. The clouds overhead hid the twinkling stars. The light of the moon was just visible around the dark, billowing forms.
I leaned into him, and found his arms comfortable and warm. I felt safe and protected in his strong grip. His hair brushed my cheek, hanging limply around his face. The beautiful electric blue of his eyes pierced my unworthy green ones. We both drank Jones Green Apple Soda. The bottles were frosted from the refrigerator and the damp night air. The slippery glass was icy to the touch as I raised the bottle to my lips. A rush of liquid invaded my mouth. It tasted like a liquefied, intensified green apple Jolly Rancher.
Headlights flashed by on the road behind us. It was barely visible because of the steam that had collected on the back window. The shadows of the woods danced in front of us. The wind moved the leaves of the plants and trees in a rhythmic dance. Every motion was sharp, outlined by the night. The masks of the day were ripped off and thrown aside, to be forgotten as long as they could. True feelings and beliefs were the only things left. They were the only things needed. Our souls poured out in conversation that was silent, but not forced. Much was said without speaking a word. It was not possible to believe that any other person walked the Earth.
He turned my head toward his, and kissed my parched lips. Again, the taste of the green apple invaded my mouth, making the kiss even more exotic and surreal. The hair of his mustache scratched at my upper lip. His hands traveled down my body, exploring where I would let them go.
We slowly broke apart, the consul of the car once again dividing us. My fingers found the steering wheel, and gently traced its outline in the dark. The bottles of Jones stood waiting to be poured gently down a human throat. Rings of water sat on the dashboard where the bottles left their mark. He sighed as he granted the bottle's silent request, dripping the condensation from the outside onto his shirt as he drank.
His gentle fingers caressed the side of my face. He played with my long hair, which felt soft between his fingers. The car smelled slightly of raspberries, from the shampoo that I had used earlier. The smell permeated the night.
The lights of a house flicked on behind us. The soft glow shredded through the beauty and silence of the night. The moment was ruined, never to return. His lips found mine once more, my head filled with wondering thoughts, asking what tomorrow could possibly bring, if tonight was so perfect. He opened the door, and got out, leaving one lonely bottle of Jones soda in place on the dash. The night swallowed his dark figure, taking him from my sight.
The engine roared into life as I turned the key in the ignition. The radio, which had been turned down when the car was stopped, seemed to bombard the beauty of the moment with a hundred atomic bombs. I switched it off almost instantly, something I had not done for a very long time. The beams of the headlights flowed over the dancing leaves and branches. They no longer seemed quite so magical or quite as sharp as they had in the dark. I drove away in that silence, ruining the beauty of the dark with the two small beams that shone from the front of the car, still not knowing what to expect from tomorrow.