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One-shot: Streetlights, People

The night's air chilled my bones to my core. Leaning against my father's black jetta, chains hanging from my neck and my black jeans, I took a sip of my energy drink. I cleared my throat whilst talking to myself, then whipped out my notebook to write and journal.

It was something to do, after all.

My black military boots kept me warm, but thin gloves and a beanie didn't do much. I sighed as the shivers took over, "Well, I ought to be going home now," I whispered. I saw my breath in the air before me, knowing it was getting too late and too frigid. I began to rid of my set up, when headlights hit my sight. I was blinded, then flipped the driver off as they began to leave. I opened the door to the jetta, ready to leave, when the white car backed up, red lights flashing.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed aloud.

Before I could rush into my seat, the driver ran out right towards me, "Wait!"

I stood up, "Who the hell are you?"

"Wait!"

The streetlights shown on the person, revealing a woman with thick hair. I squinted and froze, shock overcoming me upon the suspected reveal.

"Do I know you?" I called as the girl stopped in front of my in a dark area.

"Yes," she breathed out, "You do. And I never thought I'd see you around here."

"Okay well, come into the light?" She agreed to this statement and stepped into the streetlamps, revealing her dark thick hair with some purple strands.

I knew her.

I fell in love with her.

We used to be friends.

My shock was correct, so I called her name.

"Hi," she replied shyly.

"Oh shit well I'm sorry for flipping you off," I apologized, "but turn your goddamn lights off!"

"I'm sorry, deserve it," she chuckled, "I was trying to see you."

"Well I sure as hell ain't a dealer, sorry."

"I never assumed you were, but go off," she looked around at the atmosphere then shivered, "What were you doing then?"

"I was in the middle of writing, what about you?"

"Just cruising around; my last year of college is stressful."

"Yeah, senior year in high school has been a bit much, but I'm well."

She smiled, "I'm glad."

"Yeah, it's nice."

Silence grew over us, then she spoke up. "Have you been seeing anyone? Any new boyfriends?"

"Umm hell no, heh."

"No boys caught your eye?"

"Nope, not a single one. They aren't for me."

"Oh. Alright."

"If you're homophobic then fuck off," I said, "I don't need that shit again." She was taken aback, absolutely stunned by my words. Her dark almond eyes shone with a fear and hurt.

"No I-"

"Well?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I am not like that. I'm sorry."

"Not like what?"

"I don't hate gay people I... don't."

"Oh. Okay cool," I said shortly, "Anyways... have you been seeing anyone?"

She smiled again, "Glad you asked. I'm bi, for your information, therefore am most certainly a homophobe," she replied jokingly. I giggled at her sarcasm, "Yeah, called that one."

"I know," she beamed, "You made me realize after all."

"Oh, that's nic- hold up, holy shit what?"

"I liked you back then to be honest."

"Oh shit well.. would've been nice to know then."

"I never could come to terms with my feelings. Especially with my family and the pressure of the world, even my friends."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm glad you're happier now; it shows."

"Thank you, that means a lot."

I continued with confessions, "This is crazy because this past summer I would come to Valley so often and watch the passing cars and," I motioned to her car, "I always hoped to see yours amongst them. I longed to see you here with all of the other Valley girls."

She sighed, "I always had you in the back of my mind. I went to a mountain with my friends and thought of you at a place like it. I wondered if you were driving around me or walking around stores when I went shopping. This happened once before, and I was just waiting for the day I could see you again and... god I'm so so so sorry, I wish I'd realized back then. I saw you in my dreams just as you saw me, yet I never fessed up. But after so many sleepless nights and vodka blackouts, I've realized and I will never begin to forgive myself because-"

She was cut off by me caressing her cheek, grabbing her and gently kissing her. Lips soft and smoldered as passion sparked between, chap-stick cherry red.

She pulled away, touching the spot, then came back in for more. When I pulled away and held her in front of me, I laughed, "Yeah, I was tired of your rambling."

"I needed that," she exclaimed.

I brought her to my car and we chatted more, followed by a hot and heavy makeout sesh. I adored her, as she did, me.

We expressed so often during this.

As night drew to a close, she lay in my arms, then looked up at me, whispering my name, somewhat raspy.

"Yes?"

"What were you writing earlier?"

"About us."