Two Days Until Love

Shooting Stars

That wasn't a quick half-hour. It took me about twelve minutes to shower and dress myself up, five more to prepare a half-assed backpack to take with on the trip - which I filled with more food items than spare clothes - and I spent the rest of the time curating the photos I'd moved from my camera to my hard drive.

Even if this trip went horribly, at least I could take some killer shots. Hopefully.

Oh, god, speaking of shots.

Of course, I'd almost forgotten, he'd want to have alcohol. I bolted off the living room couch and back to the kitchen. I pulled open the fridge and... uh... okay, let's go with the blue one then.

A car beeped just outside.

I closed the fridge and, as calmly as possible in my momentary anxiety, made my way out.

I grabbed my backpack and my keys on my way through the living room, and there he was when I stepped through the door. Standing in my driveway.

There were a bunch of pillows and bedsheets, at the time tied down, in the back of his truck, and he was clad in some ridiculously ripped jeans, an appropriately old and worn shirt and a hairstyle that looked a little too messy for his perfectionist self.

Okay.

I didn't realize I was walking.

"What's that all about?" I asked nonchalantly, peering over the side of the truck to look at the placement of all the pillows.

"In case you wanna stargaze," he explained, grinning down at me.

I raised an eyebrow at the sheets. "Oh." I turned a small smile up at him. "Right."

"Were your parents home at all?"

His smile when I shook my head was priceless and annoying at the same time. "I just left them a note."

He chuckled. "You left 'em a note? And what'd it say?"

He thought I was kidding. "I'm going on an adventure. I'll be back in two days. Don't forget to feed the cat."

His following look was one of slight shock. "You're serious?" He flicked his tongue over his lips and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "You're just gonna leave?"

I simply nodded.

He stared at me.

I stayed silent.

He stared a bit more.

"So, are we gonna get in the car or should I just get back inside?"

"Oh, right, okay." He opened my side's door for me and jogged around to the other side. Once we were both in, he turned to me. "Where are we gonna go?"

I left him in silence for a moment.

Shit.

Didn't think about that at all.

"Let's go check out those sequoias?"

He gave me a rather blank look. "We live in California."

"Nebraska?"

He scoffed. "Nobody goes to Nebraska."

I groaned quietly and looked away for a moment.

Somehow, he didn't seem to be getting impatient.

"Let's go to Montana," I finally said, more like an impositions than a suggestion, and he took a moment. Probably thinking about his geography.

"Alright, Montana it is." He grinned again. And I was already starting to get used to that stupid grin. Good god. "Is it safe to place Yellowstone as a destination for now?"