Third installment in the 'You' series. Look to the earlier chapters for disclaimers. Reviews are always awesome and appreciated. Have fun :
It's funny, I never actually thought I'd do it.
I mean yeah, sure, I'd always dreamed of confessing my undying love for Buffy only to make a grand romantic gesture and do the noble thing by...you know...leaving.
I can't help the snort that escapes my throat.
Running's more like it. But I'm trying not to focus so much on that you know. Point is, it wouldn't have worked anyway. No way, no how.
So now I'm headin' north up the highway. It's cold as fuck but I don't mind. The wind whippin' past me and the freedom I have on my bike more than makes up for it.
Now I know what you're thinkin', where the hell'd you get the crotch rocket Faith? I didn't steal it if that's what you mean. Nah, bailed out of the apartment, got my security deposit back and thought, what the hell. It's better than riding the damn bus.
So yeah, here I am, dead of night, middle of freakin' nowhere. I decided to take the coastal route ya know? Get the view and a bit of sea air in my lungs. I like it, think I'll stay a little closer from now on.
Anyway, like I said, I've been riding for hours, my bones are aching, I'm hungry as hell and that's when it happened. The coastline veered in a bit ahead of me, I could see the beach gleamin' white in the moonlight, little white lights dottin' it, and the hills were the most perfect green surroundin' the whole area ya know? I dunno, maybe you don't but...it just felt right. It was like, that's where I'm going.
So I pull off the 1, the exit sign says Pismo Beach. Yeah, I've heard of it. Sounds pretty cool to me. I find my way down to the beach in no time, park my bike, shake out my hair, stretch a bit before finally walking out onto the beach. I've never seen the ocean before...at least not like this.
I dunno what it is but I got this sudden urge to just kick off my boots, my socks and just dig my feet in, right here. I gotta tell you, that is one amazing feeling. I'm breathing all deep and sentimental and shit but before you know it I'm a fuckin' 10-year-old. Running down to the water, barely gettin' my toes wet before squealing...yeah squealing, and running back again. I dunno how long I did that for but if anyone was around they'd have thought I was insane.
Anyway, I'm tired as hell so I just sorta fall back onto the sand, take my jacket off and just look at the stars. Holy crap...stars, like lots of them, and with the sounds and smells of the ocean in the background. I smile, like really actually smile for the first time in a hell of a long time.
"Perfect fit."
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