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(1 A.M.)
Walking out into the chilly night air, music still droaning out of the bar, and cars still lining the streets, Lauren wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her jacket tighter, watching hers and Trent's breaths come out in frosty puffs.
"I hate winter." She laughed.
Trent looked up at her from where he was digging in his clothing for his cell phone, with a look that clearly said 'I'll warm you up' before it disappeared into disbelief. "Cell phone, where are you?" He said to himself.
"Maybe it's in your car?"
"Good idea." Trent began to walk to the space, and Lauren followed, narrowing her eye brows... Was he going to give her a ride back or was she going to have to walk? What the hell....
Watching Trent's nicely shaped rear end wiggle as he searched the seat of the Mustang gave Lauren something to do as she stood with her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep warm. She listened to him curse and his keys jangle against each other. Finally, she heard Trent exclaim, "Wah ha! It was on the dashboard." She watched him back out, and as though forgetting how tall he was he trying to stand up too soon.
"Trent..."
His beanied head banged against the inner car roof. "Shit... fuck... damnit... Christ... not cool."
Trying to suppress a smile, she watched Trent rub his head as he turned his phone on. "It's one ten."
"Oh... guess they're not out for coffee anymore."
Smiling, Trent looked at her, with a sentry look in his eyes, mixed with something else. Lauren could never read his expressions. "Well, I hope you had a good time, anyway."
Lauren's face lit up entirely, although she didn't know it. Smiling, "Yes, I did. I really had a great time." She reached out and touched his forearm again before wrapping it back around herself.
"Oh, it's cold. Do you want a ride somewhere?"
"Back to Fulmer's? I need my car."
Trent gave her a small grin, and then nodded with his head, and got back in the car. He started it up, and then fiddled with heater. Lauren bumped a CD case with her foot and picked it up.
Trent looked up and at her as he tried to find the switch to turn the heater on full blast in the dark. "Pick one."
Startled, not knowing he was looking at her, Lauren just nodded. There was all sorts of music... Sublime, Saves the Day, Garbage, Poison the Well, AFI, Cold, among other things, she pulled out Placebo's Without You I'm Nothing CD, she handed it to him, and watched him slide it into the CD player. The title song began to play, and Trent said, "Good choice," as he finally slid a switch and hot air began to fill the car.
Trent rose his hands to the heater before putting them on the steering wheel and releasing the break, "That's better."
Nodding, Lauren opened her jacket and let the warm around surround her body. She cuddled into the thick jacket, and watched him drive as 'My Sweet Prince' began to play as they neared Fulmer's.
She listened to Trent's deep, soft voice as it began to flow along with the song. She smiled to herself, watching him. He was so intriguing... just looking at him.
They pulled into Fulmer's, and Trent pulled up behind her car. He looked over at her, as the song continued to play, making her light headed. "Well..." She sat up from where she had been slouching in the corner of the car.
"Thanks, Trent. I had a great night." But she didn't get out of the car, and Trent didn't break eye contact.
iMe and you, baby... Can flush all the pain away....
So before I end my day, remember.....
My sweet prince, you are the one...... My sweet prince,
You are the one..... You are the one/i
The voice completely drowned her senses, sounding almost exactly like Trent's. Before she knew it, she felt his breath on her face, and his lips met hers. He kissed her again before pulling back, and then kissed her softly, a painstakingly gentle touch. Their lips met once more before both pulled back, staring at each other before quickly looking away. Trent stared at the steering wheel, resting his hands on the bottom, and Lauren shoved her hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Trent. Night. Bye." She opened the car door, grabbed her bag, and stepped out.
"Good night, Lauren. I'll see you later."
Lauren closed the door and felt Trent watch her as she walked in front of his car to the driver's side of her own. She listened as his car crunched slowly over the gravel as he backed out. Her hands shaky, although she didn't want to know why, she finally found her keys and jammed them in the lock. Unlocking the door, she turned around and watched Trent speed away.
Sighing, she rested against the car.
These feelings sucked. Her chest hurt, her throat hurt...... Her head hurt.
God... he was great for all the strangest reasons.
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(1 A.M.)
Walking out into the chilly night air, music still droaning out of the bar, and cars still lining the streets, Lauren wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her jacket tighter, watching hers and Trent's breaths come out in frosty puffs.
"I hate winter." She laughed.
Trent looked up at her from where he was digging in his clothing for his cell phone, with a look that clearly said 'I'll warm you up' before it disappeared into disbelief. "Cell phone, where are you?" He said to himself.
"Maybe it's in your car?"
"Good idea." Trent began to walk to the space, and Lauren followed, narrowing her eye brows... Was he going to give her a ride back or was she going to have to walk? What the hell....
Watching Trent's nicely shaped rear end wiggle as he searched the seat of the Mustang gave Lauren something to do as she stood with her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep warm. She listened to him curse and his keys jangle against each other. Finally, she heard Trent exclaim, "Wah ha! It was on the dashboard." She watched him back out, and as though forgetting how tall he was he trying to stand up too soon.
"Trent..."
His beanied head banged against the inner car roof. "Shit... fuck... damnit... Christ... not cool."
Trying to suppress a smile, she watched Trent rub his head as he turned his phone on. "It's one ten."
"Oh... guess they're not out for coffee anymore."
Smiling, Trent looked at her, with a sentry look in his eyes, mixed with something else. Lauren could never read his expressions. "Well, I hope you had a good time, anyway."
Lauren's face lit up entirely, although she didn't know it. Smiling, "Yes, I did. I really had a great time." She reached out and touched his forearm again before wrapping it back around herself.
"Oh, it's cold. Do you want a ride somewhere?"
"Back to Fulmer's? I need my car."
Trent gave her a small grin, and then nodded with his head, and got back in the car. He started it up, and then fiddled with heater. Lauren bumped a CD case with her foot and picked it up.
Trent looked up and at her as he tried to find the switch to turn the heater on full blast in the dark. "Pick one."
Startled, not knowing he was looking at her, Lauren just nodded. There was all sorts of music... Sublime, Saves the Day, Garbage, Poison the Well, AFI, Cold, among other things, she pulled out Placebo's Without You I'm Nothing CD, she handed it to him, and watched him slide it into the CD player. The title song began to play, and Trent said, "Good choice," as he finally slid a switch and hot air began to fill the car.
Trent rose his hands to the heater before putting them on the steering wheel and releasing the break, "That's better."
Nodding, Lauren opened her jacket and let the warm around surround her body. She cuddled into the thick jacket, and watched him drive as 'My Sweet Prince' began to play as they neared Fulmer's.
She listened to Trent's deep, soft voice as it began to flow along with the song. She smiled to herself, watching him. He was so intriguing... just looking at him.
They pulled into Fulmer's, and Trent pulled up behind her car. He looked over at her, as the song continued to play, making her light headed. "Well..." She sat up from where she had been slouching in the corner of the car.
"Thanks, Trent. I had a great night." But she didn't get out of the car, and Trent didn't break eye contact.
iMe and you, baby... Can flush all the pain away....
So before I end my day, remember.....
My sweet prince, you are the one...... My sweet prince,
You are the one..... You are the one/i
The voice completely drowned her senses, sounding almost exactly like Trent's. Before she knew it, she felt his breath on her face, and his lips met hers. He kissed her again before pulling back, and then kissed her softly, a painstakingly gentle touch. Their lips met once more before both pulled back, staring at each other before quickly looking away. Trent stared at the steering wheel, resting his hands on the bottom, and Lauren shoved her hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Trent. Night. Bye." She opened the car door, grabbed her bag, and stepped out.
"Good night, Lauren. I'll see you later."
Lauren closed the door and felt Trent watch her as she walked in front of his car to the driver's side of her own. She listened as his car crunched slowly over the gravel as he backed out. Her hands shaky, although she didn't want to know why, she finally found her keys and jammed them in the lock. Unlocking the door, she turned around and watched Trent speed away.
Sighing, she rested against the car.
These feelings sucked. Her chest hurt, her throat hurt...... Her head hurt.
God... he was great for all the strangest reasons.
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