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AN: Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and/or review my stories, it really means the world to me! And a BIG special thank you goes to my amazing beta reader, the wonderful greeneyedconstellations!
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-The World Belongs To Me-
(The Color In Anything/Dancing II)
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It's a warm, star lit summer night and from where Emily's lying on the roof of the car the world couldn't look more beautiful.
At least not to her.
She's watching the sky, searching for a shooting star on the dark horizon until everything starts to blur in front of her eyes. With her eyes wide open she keeps looking, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth, sure she's never felt as carefree as she does now.
She's young and happy and fucking high, the whole world lying at her feet. There's nothing she can't do, nothing she can't have. Not tonight. Not ever.
Turning her head slightly, her eyes find Aaron's from where he's standing next to the car, his hand curled around hers, making sure she's not going to fall, and she has to hold back a chuckle. As if she would ever fall.
He's watching her carefully, his dark eyes filled with worry and amazement and something else, and Emily wonders if that's why he keeps coming back to her even when he knows she's nothing but trouble.
She doesn't fit into his neat world consisting of laws and rules and rights and wrongs. She's everything he isn't, and he's everything she never wants to become. And despite what he might think, it has nothing to do with her age.
She wants more. So much more. And she's going to get it. One way or the other.
Reaching for his shirt she pulls him closer, skidding to the edge to meet him halfway and ignoring everything he tells her about her studded belt leaving scratches on the varnish.
What the fuck does she care about her mother's car anyway?
She must have said it out loud because he starts cursing under his breath, telling her to come down and drive back to DC before her mother notices it's missing. Emily just rolls her eyes as Aaron keeps talking and talking until she finally shuts him up with a kiss.
There's nothing sweet about it. But then, there's nothing sweet about her either.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to its rightful owners.