The rattling and sputtering of the orange, cheap Jaguar was heard down the busy highway. He was ten miles away from reaching California, the hometown of his girlfriend. The thick, choking odor of smoke and gasoline flew throughout his nostrils, and his eyes widened. His convertible just broke down, and the orange-haired male sighed.
All he wanted to do, was get back home, to Calista's house. The two had an argument a couple of days ago, and he left her to return back to his birthplace. During his time alone, he realized that it was his fault she was mad at him, and he just wanted to tell her he was wrong, though he had a feeling that she already knew.
Click! The belt which protected him from flying out the car unclicked, and the next thing he knew, he was running down the occupied interstate. Believe me, Cali, he thought to himself, biting his lip lightly in determination, I won't stop until I see you. He breathed in heavily, continuing to bolt across the dark-colored pavement, trying his best to avoid the oncoming vehicles.
All that he wanted, was a life full of laughter, as long as he was laughing with her. All that mattered, was a peaceful life of love ever after, especially after what they've been through. Because, he knew that there was no life after her.
"Ike, I hate you!" The girl beat violently against his chest, her eyes dripping with salty tears that stained her peach cheeks. "You idiot!" She shoved him, and cupped her hands against her face, the tone of her sobbing increasing.
"You and I," he replied bluntly, "weren't meant to be. You're just wasting my time."
She gasped, and struck his face, closing her eyes in anger and frustration. "You know what, Ike? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
That was the last time they talked, and the same night he left. It burned him like an iron in the back of his mind. He must've been high, if he said that to her. Why did I ever doubt you? He wondered, knowing that without her, he would probably die from grief and regret.
Whether he was right or he was wrong, all he wanted was to stay with her, especially after being alone for a while. It's hard to believe a man could be so blind, oblivious to all the good times he had with Calista, just because of one little argument. However, through all his reminiscing, Ike realized that he had reached his destination: Cali's house. He inhaled, and walked towards the doorbell, ringing it when he was in reach.
"What do you want?" She growled, crossing her arms and huffing after she had opened the door.
"I'm here to apologize." He sighed, obviously noticing the anger blazing in both her eyes and tone.
"There's nothing TO apologize about. It's over." She was about to slam the door in his face, until he grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around him. Her expression went from irate to shocked, short and silent gasps being heard.
"Shh, listen, Calista," he started, running his hand through her blonde hair. "All that I'm after, is a life full of laughter. Without you, God knows what I'd do. Because, I know there's no life after you."
She glanced up at him, her sapphire irises gleaming with tears. "Aww, Ike. . I for-"
Suddenly, she was pulled into a kiss, feeling the masculine hands around her waist. She closed her eyes, immediately feeling happy that she forgave him and that they could get back into their relationship. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two continued to kiss until the California sun set in the west, a beautiful array of orange and red.
Ike (c) ReaRea Rabbit
Calista (c) ' Calamiity.
Life After You (c) Daughtry
Making Fiends (c) Amy Winfrey