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I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
Love.
She clutched the wireless in her cold grip, fingering the phone over thoughtfully as she exhaled. Pursing her lips, she closed her eyes a moment and reflexively shot them open, an adrenal river flowing up her body and catching her breath in her heart. All it ever was was fear and anxiety, caution and waiting. She hoped once day her body would realize it needed to start acting.
Or better yet, that of her mind.
For once all she needed in the world needed was a pure aspect of silence. No ambiance drowning her thoughts.
...Right. She needed them to scream at her recounting every event in her entire life as a failure. Forever unforgiven by the tempest soul.
Leaning her head against the door, shifting gently to adjust her aching spine, the blonde tilted her head to rest against a shoulder that wasn't there. Another reflex, useless at best. She adjusted once more and gazed at the phone before her, as if all-out full attention would recompense an action. Moments later it blared; angrily she lifted it with her stiffened fingers and sharpened nails and tossed it halfway across the room as it slid on hardwood by the base of the couch.
Still ringing, still energetically positive as ever, and now thoroughly agitated under the lighthearted tone it fell dead in its requests. 1 missed call.
It was him; it had to be. No sooner had a vehicle door slammed had all the alerts in her mind fired on; scrambling to her feet.
It was a beautiful 5AM, closer to six, nearly; pitch black and cool-winded soft, brief roars of mild drizzles taunted her outside the window.
Rhythmic steps, heavy footfalls in saturated sneakers, and a timid round of knocks. Relief glazed her pale appearance, pulsing heart; she creased the door open, squeezing just enough room to nuzzle her face in-between.
With a sheepish smile he stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets and posture looking better than it ever had. She eyed him, almost as a doe would, blinking once or twice.
The door creaked open a bit more, and she slipped out; shutting most of it swiftly, but letting it close with utmost care. Sam sighed almost unconsciously, licked her lips, and met his eyes. His dark, brown ones.
"Come on," He whispered, twitching a smirk. "We're going."
"Where to?" She quizzed, already following as she angled her head to the side, almost letting it fall that way.
He stopped and whirled around as she bumped into him, backing up a little. His mouth opened widely as if thousands of words were to spill out. All that followed was a hesitant, uneasy exhale.
Freddie's hand flew over his spiked hair and massaged it briefly, elbow jutting freely in the air. He shook his head, more to himself, and continued sauntering back to the truck. Sam trailed along; anywhere but here.
Street-lights cast an amber glow over the area, crickets lulled by their own charming song. Raindrops fell like silent tears from the sky under glare of light; no longer congealed by darkness of previous hour. A shiver ran across her as she recalled she'd been in her lounge-wear; a graphic short-sleeve tee and sweats. Freakin' Converse nonetheless. Waterlogged socks were always so much fun.
"Cold?" Came his voice, feet ahead. She yawned & gave a halfhearted reply; studying the mere puddles that clicked when she stepped in them. Had he looked back he'd have seen her answer, but by then he had the first sleeve off and was in the process of handing it to her. She'd said yes, though. How selfish.
Although she didn't have a problem shrugging her shoulders into the over-sized, fleece hoodie. Peering ahead she studied him a moment, his light-blue pick-up coming into view a few spaces away.
"What gives?" She couldn't help but choke back a small chuckle, throwing the hood up.
"Parking does," He replied playfully, smiling gingerly over his shoulder to her. Unlocking the behemoth and stepping up to step in, he drew in a thin, airy breath, holding it for a second before speaking. Their eyes met across the seats before climbing in.
"I got a phone-call..." He trailed, hoisting himself into the driver's seat. She followed in the passenger's, questioning without words as her eyes fell on him. Freddie's eyes met hers and shifted back to the ignition, sending a trail of low rumbles and heated smoke into the area.
"From?" She quipped, perhaps thinking he'd 'forgotten' to finish. He leaned back almost stiffly as the material adjusted to him, both hands loosely on the wheel. He closed his eyes a moment, as if he had to imagine it.
"Someone who's, not, important anymore." He knelt his head and turned to her curiously, pulling out of the spot and cruising down the sodden road.
Her smile she didn't know she was holding, or be it more of a demeanor, faded languidly.
"Just, someone from back in college." He assured cockily, shrugging it off asking her relief again.
"They kind of wondered how, things went, and despite what I said," He sighed, "They were still insistent on coming, so..." Freddie shrugged a single shoulder, muscles like weights surrendered to pins and needles.
Silence.
"Your boyfriend's been moving around again; he's looking for you, I think." Hardly what was meant as a tease.
His eyes fell on the dash-board, prefixed on the speed-o-meter. Glancing back up the bellowing vehicle had now started to grow higher in pitch; approaching 70's on a decent highway. Her head rested against the chilled window, eyes dancing carefully over her sneakers as if dodging bullets in between. She stuffed her icy palms into the sleeves, coolness meeting with the warmth of her arms.
"I figured it'd be best if we were out of harm's way."
Or you were.
She blinked softly, giving a gentle yawn that fogged the cool, wet glass. Turning her head towards him she smiled, soberly. He turned his head oft, half-knowingly. She shook her head, still smiling.
So, just about everything worked against me getting this up today. I don't know why. First the Internet's down for an hour and a half, then Fanfiction decides to be a witch and reset my -entire- editing session, most of which had to be restored by short-term memory alone, then it just gets late and my mind partially shuts down. To top it all off the Bold, Center & Underline malfunction. Gaaahhffff.
Most of this was already written, but it just needed a few last minute edits before it went up. This chapter would've been extended, but I felt this was long enough as it was. 11-30-10 Looks too perfect to pass. And plus, I'd like to have this finished before January 1st.
-Cough-
No promises, though. I still think it has 3-5 more chapters left to it.
I apologize greatly for the wait, but school has this habit of overwhelming itself and it's victims. :) ~ I hope this chapter is sufficient for you guys, while I work on writing the rest of it, somewhere.