Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~7~

"Cool huh?" Flynn asked, taking a seat on the yellowing grass.

"Totally!" I answered, probably a little more excited about a sunset than I should be. I sat down beside him and as much as I wanted to look at the gorgeousness of a man next to me, I couldn't tear my eyes from the sunset.

"I found this place three years ago, I have made a point to stop back every time." Flynn confessed.

"How often do you go on these road trips?" I questioned. He had brought it up twice now and I was curious.

"Every summer. Started when I was 15. I didn't even have my license, but I looked older than my age so nobody stopped me." Flynn revealed, running his fingers through his hair and tucking part of it behind his ear. I did the same and tried to figure out a way to ask how old he was.

"This is my fifth one and somehow they never get old, ya know? It's like every time even though it's the same road, the places always seem to change. There is always something new to discovery a year later," Flynn continued with his explanation, while I was trying to do the math in my head.

"So...you are twenty...?" I asked, thinking that was right.

"Yep. I'll be twenty-one in September," Flynn confirmed. Wow. Twenty. I was riding on the back of a twenty year old's motorcycle. What a rebel I am. My mom would flip.

"Let me guess... you are..." Flynn began, squinting at me and tilting his head to the side, squinting one eye closed and holding his hands out so his pointer fingers and thumbs made a rectangle and I was in the middle.

I pushed his hands away and laughed at how he had bit his tongue in between his teeth. He looked so much younger when he laughed or smiled. Gone was the tough guy look with the stubble and great cheekbones. When he laughed I saw the guy who liked to make fun of me.

"Eighteen? Birthday in...February?" he asked.

"How'd you know?" I asked, amazed. He was right on.

"I'm a good guesser. Or just lucky. Maybe I should play the lottery!" he suggested and laughed at the thought.

"I wouldn't go too crazy hot shot," I told him, laughing right along with him.

"I could win millions," he tried to argue.

"Or you could waste five dollars you could have spent on a chocolate milkshake," I argued right back, leaning towards him slightly.

"How'd you know I loved chocolate milkshakes?" Flynn asked, pretending to be as surprised as I was when he guess my age and birth month.

"I guess I am just a good guess. Maybe I should play the lottery," I suggested and we were both laughing at that.

"Faith," Flynn said, catching his breath and placing his hand over my knee.

' "Flynn," I mimicked his motions and tone of voice. He sounded so serious, but when my hand touched his knee his smile slipped over his features and he had to work to go back to being serious.

"I like you," he confessed, once he got his serious face back on.

My cheeks reddened at the straightforwardness.

"I do. And I am glad your car broke down because I think this is going to be one hell of a road trip. Partners in crime?" Flynn asked, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I laughed for what felt like the millionth time since I sat down by the edge of that cliff. I removed my hand from his knee and shook his hand, firm and steady.

"Come on, we should get going," Flynn said as he pulled himself to his feet and reached down for my hand.

"Can we stay here just a little longer?" I pleaded, planting myself firmly on the ground.