She sat in the car. Her face unfaltering, her arms folded across her chest. She was waiting. For something. She didn't know what.
She slapped her hands down onto the steering wheel. She knew for a fact that he'd never be hers. He was probably out on some romantic date with Sally right now. They'd broken up again about a day ago, but they always got back together right.
She looked out, seeing the streams of light cascaded onto the street as a result of her headlights. She liked her car, cute little bug. The shadows of the fake eyelashes made her giggle a little.
She was childish, she was aware. But she couldn't help but dream. After all, sometimes a dream is all you have in life. And that was exactly her predicament. She was caught in the middle of a dream and a reality. There really was a fine line between reality and pretend. There was a fine line between a lover and a friend.
Her head came into contact with the wheel, only for her to pull herself away from it as if she had been burnt. A red blush enveloped her cheeks as the realization of the loud sound came to her. The horn. So instead, she leaned back into the headrest, closing her eyes tight. Her ears failed to pick up the swinging of a door.
But she didn't miss the lights coming on and the ding of the car as her passenger door was opened.
There he was, leaning into the car, his two hands resting on the roof of the car and his forehead against his arms. "What are you doing here?"
For a moment, she couldn't speak, she didn't have words. But when he brought himself into the car, sitting on the seat and closing the door, she noticed he was wet. When did it start raining? Her gaze fell on the windshield, and she noticed the mutating skyline off in the distance. There was the faint black outline of city building covered in a blanket of vibrant blues and pinks. It was all blurry due to the raindrops hitting the window, but the way the fading rays of sunlight caught the drops, the darkened skyline practically sparkled.
"I... Uh..." She didn't have an excuse, "I'm waiting."
"For what?" He basked in the warmth of the tiny vehicle, glad to be out of the rain.
"I dunno. The stars?" She never once looked at him. The view in front of her was too beautiful, and would all too soon be lost forever.
"Ames, come on, come inside." He went to open the door when his ears caught her hand gracing across the radio, turning it on. Music flooded into the car, though very quietly. It was tranquil in a way, mesmerizing even.
His eyes traced her pink, bouncy quills as she looked out her window, off into the mass of trees looming beside the road. She honestly looked beautiful, the last rays of sunlight just barely seeping into the car, causing a earthereal glow to her. Only the sides where the light touches illuminated vibrantly, while the rest dimmed into a dull murmur of color.
"The stars, hmm?"
She simply nodded her head, and he somehow found himself urging to hear her voice. She could easily inebriate him into an intoxicated state of pure bliss. He could just drink into her beauty for hours if he allowed himself the chance.
"I know a great place to see them. Come with me."