Between You and I

Chapter Ten

May 11, 2012: 27 Hours Before

Even though I'd been sitting there- in her car- for a few minutes, I couldn't believe that it was real. Who would? After everything that she did, it seemed like an illusion, and that I was actually fast asleep in reality, seriously not sitting in Val's Ford and driving into the night. Plus, it was a little past eleven. Meaning: my mom would make it rain fire and throw a fit after three hours.

"Okay... First order of business: hand me your phone." By now, I was incredibly emotionally wrecked that I didn't want to do anything and tired and cranky and I just wanted to get over with whatever Val needed from me.

So, I didn't want to put up a fight with her. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and handed it over to her. Taking her other hand off the wheel, she slipped her own phone out of her pocket and scrolled the window down.

"Wait, you have your own ph-" Then she threw them both out the window. Valentine... threw... my fucking phone. Out the fucking window.

"What the...!?" Twisting around, I stared back through the rear window, unable to see the remains of my beloved phone.

"Holy shit! Valentine!"

"What?"

"You threw. My phone." I flung my hand towards her open window.

"Out the fucking window!" She looked at me, her half smile on her lips.

"Yeah! What about it?" My face formed the best are- you- fucking- kidding- me face it could muster. Was she serious!? When you throw someone's money costing phone without their permission, you don't ask what wrong with that. You just don't.

"My phone..." I sulked, again too tired to throw a bigger fit. Besides, on the brighter side, I was kind of glad she did that. It was a very 'Valentine-ian' thing to do. Plus, my phone's pretty crappy, so now I have a legit excuse for getting a new one. I glanced over at her as she rolled the window up again, her smile bright, sending my insides into the beginning of that very known feeling I tried to forcibly forget.

She was really quiet as she drove. Sitting there, with her so silent, made me feel horrible. Like her voice was water and I was dying from thirst. But, being the most incredibly awkward guy I was, I couldn't say anything because every question sounded stupid.

I guess she grew more restless (unlike me. I was trying so hard not to fall asleep) since she flicked on the stereo system. The tune began real soft, not doing me any good with trying to stay up.

"Oh, I love this song." She turned it up a little, sending the notes around my head. They wrapped around the whole thing, inside and out, until it was all I could think about. Nothing but the tune.

We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

Valentine sang along as the notes plunged into the words, and her voice was as breathtaking as I remember. I felt like I was listening to an angel.

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?

The lyrics sunk into me, erasing any terrible and happy memories and thoughts until I just knew one thing. Yes, if she did lie down on the ground, I would lie down right next to her, and we'd forget the world together.

She's the one person I'd ever want to do that with. And hearing her sing those words, asking me with a melody, a small feeling in me told me that she felt the same way, but about me.

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough...