Week 1: Cruising

Posted by Indian Walker on September 22, 2013 at 1:04pm in Tricky Raven's Weekly Drabble Challenge - Original Works

Title: Cruising

Genre: Angst

Rating: G

Word Count: 500 (on the dot)

Pairing: M/F

A/N: After 4 year of lurking and enjoying the fandom greatly, I am submitting my first piece ever. Please be nice as I did try to have a beta look it over but it didn't come back in time.

I jump back from the bathroom counter as I accidently brush my hand on the hot curling iron. Cringing and sucking the hot skin in my mouth, I frown wondering if you are already out cruising. My mind plays images of you messing around with your boys and giving some girl from around our town a ride on your bike. Stealing myself with a deep breath, I gaze in the mirror knowing the sooner I get my hair done the sooner I will be scooping the loop looking for you.

Trying to take my time because the more I rush the worse my high bangs will turn out, I slowly work the curling iron backwards on top while curling my bangs under at the bottom. Careful not to touch my skin, I make a complete circle with my bangs. As I apply my hairspray, I am frustrated about how hard it is to get both sides to look the same with this cowlick I have on my left temple. Whipping on some mascara and powder I look at my complexion with a critical eye only other teenagers understand. Luckily tonight there are no pimples glaring. Hurrying out to my red Cavalier, I turn the key and hit the gas heading for the main drag.

Cruising past the Wal-Mart parking lot, I finally find you after going around the loop a few times. Only two of your friends from our class are hanging out with you. My heart pumps heavily as I casually pull up and try to look unaffected. You're so popular, yet rough. You're the bad boy all the girls love to be seen with. I lean against my door knowing that I would love to be seen with you, too. Finally, I work up the courage to ask you for a ride as dusk settles over the cornfields surrounding us. You nod your head and kick start your bike. Nervously, I swing my leg over the back of your seat. I silently thank my parents for owning motorcycles, my mount looking much cooler than I feel.

We take off, my hair blowing in the breeze knowing it will be in tangles after just a few minutes. Cruising around with my inner thighs gripping the backs of yours, I lean into the turns as we complete the circle around all the bends leading back to my car. I feel your body heat and it turns my insides. My head is pounding with pride as I notice more cars out from school. They are looking at you and noticing who is on with you. The loop ends, the kickstand snaps down, and with a swing, I am off the bike and back on the ground. The place with tangled hair, lack luster esteem and some hope that you actually noticed me as I leaned into the curves.

I hear the kick stand snap again, looking up, I see another girl getting on for a ride around town with you.

Tags: 80's, big, hair, motorcycle, teenagers