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(Song Rec. - Drivers License | Olivia Rodrigo)
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Your hands grasped the steering wheel of an '70's Honda your mom gifted you for your seventeenth birthday. It was vintage, colored maroon red with a tan interior. It looked like it was on the cusp of breaking down, however you it loved it nonetheless. The car reminded you of him; JJ. You missed the small conversations you'd have with JJ. He'd always talked about you getting a driver's license. He was so excited for you. He'd want you to drive up to his house in the middle of the night, sneak in through his window and shower him with kisses while his arms wrapped around your figure.
But now you drove around the suburbs, crying because he wasn't around.
He was probably with that blond girl, who always made you insecure. Doubtful.
She had everything you didn't. Everything that made you feel so...diffident.
You missed him. You missed JJ.
How could you ever love somebody else? It wasn't perfect; the relationship. Though, you'd never felt this way for no one. You couldn't imagine how JJ could be so okay now that you're gone. ''We'll be together....forever'' He said, but now you drive alone past his street.
All your friends are tired of hearing how much you fucking miss him. you felt sorry for them, really. They'll never know JJ the way you did.
The endless memories.
You wish he was there with you, driving past the places you'd experience together while blaring the playlists he'd made for you. You loved him, you'd always fucking love him. You grabbed your phone, unplugging the aux cord that was playing ''i'll always love you'', a playlist made by JJ. You opened imessage, opening JJ's contact. You saw the last thing he sent. ''I miss you.'' you laughed, typing slowly. ''I still fucking love you, babe.''
