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Word Prompt: Train
A single word meant to inspire immediate thought. Write what your imagination dictates.
Not beta'd.
Masen is in the forefront of my thoughts all evening. There are moments where the letdown that he's coupled is so profound that I just want to give in and cry, but I never do. I'm not positive it's even him I'm upset about, more the notion of lost potential. Over the years, the number of guys I've been well and truly attracted to can be counted on one hand. I'm so sick of sparks; I want fire.
In reality, Blondie's existence changes nothing between Masen and me. We'll still be sharing rides and, since he isn't inclined to have our lives intersect in a more personal or intimate way, our amity can continue within the confines of his car. Admittedly, it's less than I'd like, but it's enough.
I am curious why he'd keep a woman like her to himself. Every other guy I know would be bragging. Of course, we're only just getting acquainted. Aside from a passing mention of his parents, I don't know much more about his personal life. Maybe he's just a private person.
I unwind with a soak in the tub before bed, and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
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Masen's car is waiting in front of my apartment building when I get outside the next morning. The little boy across the street rocks back and forth on his heels, watching me. I wave at him, and he smiles. Seeing his sweet face light up always makes my heart light.
Masen is smiling, too, and when I open the car door, I can't help but return it. As soon as I'm seated, he thrusts a large cup towards me.
"What's this?"
"A vanilla latte."
I give him a curious look. "You couldn't possibly know." We hadn't discussed a preference for coffee yesterday, let alone my favourite variety.
"I can read your mind," he says with a chuckle. His expression hints that he's hiding something. I don't press. I'm determined to keep the mood breezy today.
"You know, I can deal with the whole vampire thing, but telepathy is a deal-breaker."
He snorts. "Why?"
"Lots of reasons. I guarantee there are things in my head you don't want to know." Things that involve you and me in positions that would make you blush six ways to Sunday, I think.
He slows the car as we approach the lowered boom gate of a railroad crossing. The speed of the passing train cars makes them blur into each other.
"See, that's where you're wrong. I always want to know what you're thinking. You're just afraid I'll figure out how insane your thoughts are."
"You just proved you're a fraud, Eddie." He glares at me when he hears his nickname. "If you could read my mind, you wouldn't need to figure out whether my thoughts are crazy. You'd already know they are."
"It's kind of annoying how observant you are." He shakes his head playfully, pretending to be irritated before casting his eyes on me. So much for light and easy. One good stare from him and low-key flies out the window. He puts the final nail in the coffin of laid-back when he says, "You smell like vanilla. It wasn't a huge jump to guess you like the flavour."
A/N: I fell behind on In The Passenger Seat this week so I could meet the story deadline for the Fandom4TwiFanG project. There's still time to donate if you'd like to receive the compilation. Over 80 authors have donated stories, including outtakes from some of the most popular stories in the fandom. You can find the details at: fandom4twifang dot blogspot dot ca
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