Paint With Words | levihan

E I G H T

LEVI's POV:

My car roared to life as I typed Hanji's address into my maps. Thirty minutes wasn't too far of a drive, but with it being a Friday night and rush hour, I expected it to be at least an hour. My Bluetooth immediately connected as my last song from Spotify came on, "I Wanna Be Yours".

My head slumped to my steering wheel as my fingers reached over to turn up the radio. The sky turning into a mellow and beauteous color as the street lamps turned on, creating an apocalyptic feel.

"I wanna be yours." I muttered, fingers drumming the side of my wheel as I turned my left blinker on. The music drowning out the traffic as I felt this freeing moment.

My phone dinged, interrupting my music as Hanji sent me a text asking how long I'd be. When I pulled to a stop light, I sent an audio message stating that I'd be there in twenty minutes, give or take. Once again, putting my phone on do not disturb as my volume went up again.

I ran my fingers through my hair, "Breathing in your dust." Trailing off, as I slowed to a stop, sirens going off as an ambulance ran past me. Silence in the air as the song trailed off, the next song resonating in the car.

I bopped my head to the beat, glancing around at the night sky. Stars in full effect tonight as the moon shone down brightly on their people, the night owls coming out in full force. The tinted windows hid my body as I drummed my index fingers on the steering wheel, "I soon found out I was losing my mind."

I had always said that the originals were better than the covers, but for this song, I might just have to be a hypocrite. The feeling of her voice gives me the energy to just drive in the middle of nowhere, to stay in my thoughts with no one to accompany me.

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The apartment complex had a rustic feel as I pulled into the parking lot, my hands reaching for my phone as I alerted Hanji that I was here. I had hoped that she wouldn't be the type to keep me waiting, but even from the look of her, I could tell she would just do that.

The woman lives for no one but herself, that much I had gathered while I spent the last few times with her. A door opened revealing a tall brunette woman, her hair pulled up into her signature hairstyle. Hanji wore a simple beige t-shirt accompanied with a gold pendant necklace. Her shirt was tucked into her dark khaki colored pleated shorts, a black belt to accentuate her slim figure.

"Sorry for taking so long, I didn't know what to wear." Hanji apologized, stashing her mini bag in my back seat.

"It's fine." I replied, taking another chance to look at her outfit, at least she won't be bitching about how uncomfortable she is. My eyes skimmed down her legs, settling on a pair of black doc martens.

'She better not complain about her feet hurting, I'm not giving her my shoes.'

"So where are we going?"

I rested my hand on the passenger seat and shifted the car into reverse, "I'll give you three words, and if you guess right, I'll buy the tickets if you buy dinner."

"And if I don't?" She asked, her brown eyes staring into mine.

"Then you'll buy the tickets, and I'll buy dinner." I looked right at her, "And I suggest you get it right, the tickets are expensive as shit."

"Disney."

I paused, "Oi, how'd you know?"

Hanji took my phone into her hands, "Isabel texted asking how the Disney date is going. Should I worried, Shorty?"

'That damn brat.'

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Published: 01/30/2021
Word Count: 651 words