Moonstruck ⟡ HS

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DISCO | SURF CURSE
YOUNG LUST | AEROSMITH
SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED (I'M YOURS) | STEVIE WONDER
HE CAN ONLY HOLD HER | AMY WHINEHOUSE

    "Candy . . . please?"

Through his nose, an airy breath slips out as his hand clutches the handle to the car door, and as he steps out, he leans over with one hand resting on the top of the car and the other on the door. Her shoes were on the floorboard, white socks pressed into the seat of his car with knees bent and her folded hair in a messy braid down her back. She was pouting, like she had been for the past two minutes while he pulled into a gas station and up to one of the pumps, and his sense of control slipped away with every passing second he stares into her pitiful eyes and pouty lips.

    "What kind?"

    "Reece's Pieces." She replies energetically, grinning from ear to ear now that she got what she wanted, only until she starts to change her mind "No, wait—Skittles. Yeah, Skittles." She tells him with an assured nod, earning a look from him before he slams the car door shut and rounding it to the other side.

They stopped in Everett, Pennsylvania which was only three hours out from Philadelphia and considered the halfway mark between home and there. Long car rides were something he always enjoyed, but even more so with someone else in the passenger seat—despite her need for sugary sweets and the control over the heat. He gave her some shit for it, teasing her here and there about getting cold too easily, but he really didn't mind handing over the heat controls and a couple dollars for some fucking candy. He would do as long as he needed to in order to keep her sitting next to him.

He's quick to get inside the small convenience store, out of the billowing winds that were colder than ever, and with his hands swinging by his sides, he finds the candy isle with ease. He sighs, eyes running over the different kinds of candy, and he spots the Skittles and grabs the package with an annoying crinkle. He almost leaves the candy isle, but then his eyes spot a container of lollipops, sold individually, and without thinking too much, he pulls out a bubblegum one and makes his way to the front where the cash register was. He sets down the candy with a quiet clatter, watching as the teenager behind the counter rings them up with a elongated sigh and a stoic look to his features.

    "This shit and fifteen on pump two," He tells the kid, taking the lollipop from the counter as soon as it was scanned to unwrap it and shove it in his mouth. He sets a twenty down on the counter, grabbing the Skittles in exchange and lets the sugar begin to rot his teeth, "and keep the change." Is all he says before heading out to the car, bracing the harsh weather while spotting her still sat in the passenger seat with her head leaned against the window and her eyes shut.

That won't last long, he thinks to himself, considering she had slept for the first hour and a half and talked his ear off once she woke up. Not that he was complaining, it was better than whatever crap was on the radio, especially when having to flip through all the stations that neither of them knew. When he gets close enough to the car, he taps his bent knuckle against the glass a couple times to get her attention, only before opening the passenger side door without her accidentally falling out.

    "Here," He mumbles with the lollipop resting between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and with his hand stretched out toward her, her lips curl into a smile and she's quick to reach for the candy in his hand. But before she can grab it, he pulls his hand away and smirks, watching her lips fall into a pout once more. "not so fast. I think I deserve a token of gratitude." He tells her, and as she processes his words, a confused look falls over her face for a split second before she smile.

    "Oh, yeah, of course—" When she reaches for her bag, he knows she's gotten his words mixed up and assumed he was asking her to pay him back in money. He doesn't say anything, but smirks before bending down, plucking the lollipop from his mouth, and wrapping his hand around her neck to pull her lips to his own. She kisses him back with ease, and when he pulls away from her intoxicating set of lips, he shakes his head, clicks his tongue, and shoves the lollipop back into his mouth.