Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~26~

"Can we stay here forever?" I whispered to Flynn.

After an amusing dinner and two hour chat with Aunt Jennie and Uncle Pat, Flynn and I finally got some time together. We were currently curled up under a knit blanket on the back porch. There were more pillows around me than I could count and Flynn's body next to mine was like heaven on Earth.

"Whatever you want," Flynn murmurred. His lips were hovering just above my forehead and for the past ten minutes he had pressed more kisses to my temple than any sane girl would find acceptable, but when I was with Flynn I felt anything but sane.

"How is this my life? How did I go from driving nowhere on some mission to fix myself to laying next to you?" I wondered. I turned my head up so I could see Flynn and he tilted his chin down towards me.

"Maybe it was meant to be," Flynn suggested, but he didn't seem so sure.

"Do you really believe in all of that fate stuff?" I pondered. I just couldn't see how I could. Life had hurt me too badly lately, but I guess I did get some good in the end.

"Yeah I guess," Flynn turned so he was laying on his side and we were facing each other completely, "It's hard to imagine not having you in my life and the only reason you are here right now is because your car broke down and I happened to stop at the same rest stop as you. How does that not sound like a coincidence or fate or something?"

I pressed my lips together and thought about what he was saying. It did seem quite a lot to just chalk up to life. There had to be something else at play, or did there?

"So everything happens for a reason?" I clarified. Is that what he thought?
Flynn squinted his eyes at me and I could feel his eyes trying to figure me out. I was confusing myself so I am sure that I was confusing him too.

"No...not everything, but I do think some things are meant to happen. Without loss, without pain, without grief, how can we enjoy all of the good things?" Flynn asked me, and I felt like I was talking to a psychiatrist or something.

His fingers were tangled in mine and I suddenly wanted to drop the topic and go back to kissing and joking and acting like two teenagers in love, but it was burning in the back of my mind.

"It's just hard to think that the only reason that I met you was because my sister died. I mean it's all connected right? I was on this road trip because I couldn't stand being at home without her and that's why I left. If I hadn't, if she hadn't died, and I hadn't left would I ever had met you?" I raised my eyes to his and my lips were trembling from the thought of my sister. Was her death really what brought Flynn and I together?

"I would hope that I could have met you some other way," Flynn tried to form a response to my ramblings, "but meeting you and being with you, Faith you have changed my life and you've only been a part of it for almost two weeks," Flynn's hands came up to cup my cheeks and he wiped the tears away I hadn't realized were falling, "I don't want you to think of this, us, in a bad way. I don't want you to associate it with pain or suffering. I want you to leave all of that behind and just focus on me."

"Focus on you," I repeated his words and my eyes focused on his. In the fading light the green was dull but his eyes were bright from the stars that were shining above us.

"Tomorrow we are going to make it to California. You are going to realize that crossing a country won't get rid of your problems back home, God knows I've tried that five times already," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "When we start to head home I am going to be right by your side. When you get home I'm going to hold your hand as I shake your father's hand. When you go to college in a month I will be there to help you move in. When you have to cram for finals I will be there with you as you study all night long-"