electronic [martin garrix] - REWRITING

five.

We stood silently in the elevator for a good few seconds before I realized that my hand was still firmly clasping his. I stared at our hands and then glanced up to him. He was already looking at me, waiting for my reaction. I cleared my throat and loosened my grip, looking down. But just before my hand could fall back to my side, he reached out to grab it back. He sent me a genuine smile and for a while, I forgot that I was completely screwed because I still didn't know what the hell Ultra Miami was. I mean, what if I look like a complete idiot there? What if it isn't anything I imagine it to be? What if it isn't even a real thing?

Wait, why am I worrying so much? It's probably gonna be a party with a fancy name and fancy DJs and whatnot. There was nothing to worry about.

The elevator bell dinged and snapped me out of my useless thoughts. Slipping on my shades, we walked to the side of the building where a small parking lot was. He stopped at a black Lamborghini and pulled out his keys.

This time, I couldn't help but gape. "Damn,"

He said nothing but smiled and walked to the passenger's side of the vehicle and opened the door for me. As I got in the car, I couldn't help but notice Martin was acting a bit different. It was a nice kind of different but it gave me a funny feeling. He got in the driver's seat and we pulled out of the parking lot.

A few minutes passed by before he looked at me for a split second and focusing his eyes back on the road. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Martijn, are you okay?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and ignoring his question.

"I'm fine," he answered, shifting to the third gear. There it was again, a certain tone in his voice I couldn't tell what.

"You know, no matter how fast you go, we still aren't going to make it in time." I knew by common sense that Miami was too far unless he was planning a more than 24 hour road trip.

"Who said we were gonna drive all the way there?" He stepped on the gas and gave me a smirk when I jolted forward at the unexpected movement.

I did not like that smirk. At all. He knew something I didn't, and he was taunting me with it. He's having way too much fun with this.

"Why did you..." I trailed off in attempt to lessen the uncomfortable feeling I was getting. It didn't work so I decided to finish my question. "Why didn't you just ask me instead of Anton for all that stuff?"

He side glanced at me again, his lips tugging up to form a crooked smile. "Because knowing you, you'd never tell me anything."

He was right. I shrugged and looked for an excuse. "I would have if you were nicer."

"Hey, I'm being nice." He said, taking a hand off the steering wheel and pointing at himself comically.

I crossed my arms and hid a smile. I knew what he was doing and I decided to play along with it. "Fine. Give it a go, ask me anything."

"Okay...who's your favorite DJ?" He asked. "And don't say Hugo or Anton because that would be completely biased."

I pretended to think but I already had an answer, I just didn't want to tell him. "Porter Robinson." I whispered under my breath.

"What?" He bent his neck slightly.

"Um, really, Martijn?" I quickly covered up and gave him a look. "Out of all the questions, you ask that?" I only said that so I didn't have to tell him. I reached into a compartment under the dashboard where I found was a stash of red bulls and water. I got a water bottle out and slowly drank from it.

"Okay, then, are you a virgin?" He switched the question, nearly laughing as he said it.

My eyes widened and I struggled to swallow the water, I forced myself to, but I coughed a little. I looked at Martin who had his signature smirk plastered on his face. He clearly enjoys getting this kind of reaction from me.