See? I told you I would update one of my current projects! In fact, I've got three more chapters, if you wanna stick around for a little bit. :]P Hopefully I'll be able to stay on this writing streak.
Jubilee's POV
Joyride
My head lolled against the headrest, falling into the niche between the seat and the frame of the X-Van. I was tired, and it was late, but this was so worth it.
The last time we were in this van together was when we were both newbies and we'd gone on a foolish joyride with Jamie and Sam. Foolish, but fun. This time, it was only us. Bobby was driving, and I was in the passenger's seat, my right leg pulled up to my chest, knee knocking against the door.
His eyes were on the road, like the good driver he was. He'd matured so much over the past year. Enough for Scott to trust him to fly the X-Jet, and that's saying something. The streetlights flashed in his eyes, illuminating the sparks of mischievousness and life in their depths.
His head turned a fraction of an inch and I quickly shut my eyes, trying not to smile. I could see the grin turning his lips even through my eyelids. I waited before opening my eyes again. His attention was back on the road, but that's not what I was really paying attention to.
On the armrest-drink-holder-thingy between us, his hand rested - very inconspicuously - waiting for mine to mold into it. And very slowly, mine had been inching along my seat to accept his offer. Our little game had been going on all through our random conversations and now through the comfortable silence.
Am I glad that this vehicle is an automatic? Heck, yes.
I leaned forwards and wrapped my pinky around his, quickly pressing myself back into the seat, eyes shut. I knew he knew I wasn't actually asleep and cracked an eye open.
He was looking at me through the corner of his eyes, looking as if he'd just won the world in the lottery, and I couldn't help the grin on my face in reply.
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