Here's some BC teenage stuff. :)

"What do you want to do? With your life, I mean. Really," Blue's voice was quiet, even a little melancholy with the question. It wasn't that she didn't want an answer, because she did. But also, maybe she didn't, just a little.

It was late afternoon and she was leaning against the driver side door of the Camaro with her bare feet in Gansey's lap. Her eyes were closed and a little trickle of sweat slid down her collarbone that Gansey found very distracting. When he didn't answer, Blue opened her eyes and caught him staring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Um…"

Blue just laughed and pushed against his tan thighs with her feet. Her toes were a bright red color that she'd picked up from the gas station two states ago. Gansey had painted them for her one night after their exploring had left her with a particularly nasty sunburn. He'd also brought her water, aloe, and pain reliever. She'd laid her head in his lap in the dim motel room while he held a map in one hand and his other hand trailed fingers though her hair.

Now, he shrugged and placed a hand on her knee, unbothered.

"What was the question?" Gansey grinned, not sorry at all for being ridiculously attracted to her.

"When we have to go back. What do you want to do?"

He put his head back against the passenger seat, his fingers drawing circles on Blue's knee. His other hand rubbed a thumb under his lower lip. Blue couldn't see his eyes through his dark sunglasses, but she could tell in the tightness of his jaw and the way he took a few deep breaths through his nose that she'd asked him something he wasn't ready to talk about.

"Be with you," Gansey said quietly after a moment.

"Gansey," Blue sighed.

"Blue," he sighed back.

Blue sat up straight and pulled her knees into her own seat and up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and stared at him until he turned to her. Gansey raised his sunglasses to rest on top of his head, his hazel eyes were bright, and his face was honest.

"I love you."

Her heart seemed to skip a beat when he said it, no matter how many times she'd heard those words from Richard Gansey. It wasn't, however, what she wanted to hear now. They'd been on the road for a few weeks and acting like this was all they had to do. Blue knew better, though. She heard the phone calls from Gansey's parents. Hell, she had phone calls with her own mother about the future, too. They wanted answers that the two of them were not ready to give just yet. They'd agreed on a gap year and it had only been a gap-couple-of-months.

"I know."

"But that's not what you asked, so." He shifted in his seat and held out his hand. She took it, threading their fingers together and letting her eyes travel up to where his t-shirt hugged his bicep quite nicely.

"I know it'll be hard if we aren't at the same school, but…"

"We'll make it work, Jane."

"What if you're off at Harvard or somewhere studying business and you meet some daughter of a senator or someone blonde and-"

Gansey leaned over and put his hand over her mouth to shut her up. The gear shift was digging into his leg as he tried to get as close as possible without joining her in the seat. Blue laughed a little beneath his hand, then stuck her tongue out against his palm.

"Ugh, gross," Gansey groaned, but he was grinning stupidly. He moved forward and hovered over her, one hand on the door and the other on the side of her face.

Blue gazed up at him, feeling nervous. This closeness, this nearness, this kissing…it was all still so new to them. Gansey's thumb brushed over her cheek and she could almost hear him swallow. She could feel his breath on her face, mint and the iced coffee that was still sitting between them. Blue lifted her hands tentatively, her fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him just a little bit closer. The first brush of their lips was soft, cautious. Every kiss started this way; with just a whisper. Then it was more. It was everything, every single time. It was all-consuming. With hands in hair and under shirts and lips between teeth. It was dizzying and scary to feel so much.

Gansey's hand slipped a little from where it held him up on the door and he nearly fell forward but caught himself just in time. Blue put a hand on his chest and pushed him away, breathless. She laughed and kissed his chin, scraping her teeth along his jawline when he didn't pull away. Gansey groaned and fell back into this seat, massaging his thigh where the gearshift had dug into it.

"Sorry," he breathed the word.

Blue rolled her eyes.

"Are you apologizing for changing the subject or for the future blonde?"

"I'm not really into blondes." His lips quirked up and he ran a hand over his face.

"Richard," she tried the word quietly, just his name, and he turned to her, smiling.

"Yes, Blue?"

"This thing…this "true love". I just-"

"I know." He shrugged simply. Something she found a little frustrating.

"I know we're young and I'm not saying that it all has to happen right now. I just want you to know that I just don't think there's going to be anyone else for me."

Gansey sighed and looked out the windshield. They were parked at an overlook and the sun was beginning to set, throwing shades of pink and orange across the sky. Henry was hiking with some friends he'd met in the park, but Blue and Gansey were tired and desperate for some alone time.

"I think," he drawled in that lovely way he said things sometimes, "that when psychics all over Virginia tell you that you're destined to be with someone you should probably listen."

"Actually, they said I was destined to kill you. With my mouth," Blue pointed out.

He nodded. "And you did."

They were silent for a moment, then, just a quiet little noise escaped Blue. She tried to hold it in, to cover her mouth with her hand, but it was there. A laugh. Gansey grinned at the sound and reached for her hand again.

"You're the only one for me, Jane."

"It won't be easy."

"Yeah, because this past year has been a walk in the park."

"We're in a park now," she told him.

"Too true. Shall we walk?"

Blue looked at him, then glanced at the tiny backseat. She grinned and practically catapulted herself between the two seats before reaching for him and pulling him into the seat with her. They were a mess of arms and legs, sticky in the heat and humidity. This feeling still felt new and, though they knew that one day it wouldn't, today wasn't that day. They were in love and it was good.

They situated themselves, this not being the first time they'd climbed into the backseat of the Camaro and fell silent with their chest pressed together and Blue's thigh hitched up over Gansey's. His fingers were fire on her skin, one hand on her thigh and the other holding her to him. She brushed her lips against his softly and ran a hand through his hair.

"We could go to the same school," Gansey suggested quietly.

Blue frowned. "No, we can't."

Gansey closed his eyes and made a low noise in the back of his throat. Instead of arguing he pressed himself closer to Blue, mouth searching for hers. She relented, quicker than he thought she would, and slipped her hand under his shirt, fingers dancing lightly on his skin.

It was at that moment, that there was a knocking on the roof of the car. They pulled away, abruptly startled.

"Should I come back later?" Henry's voice came through the open window and Blue buried her burning face in Gansey's neck.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "No, it's fine," Gansey laughed a little, frustrated at being distracted (which was his own fault) and at being interrupted. He knew there would be plenty more moments for frivolity and silliness and being in love.

And hopefully some time to talk about the big things, too.