Crossroads

Prologue

Song:

Passenger seat by stephen speaks

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She's smiling from ear to ear, and all that I can focus on is her.

She's careless, annoying and hyper but I love her no matter what.

We're driving at a crossing and I think we're going above the speed limit, but you know what? I don't give a fuck.

She turned at me smirking and gave me that I-know-you're-staring-at-me-you-creep look and I blushed lightly

I can't help it, I know guys aren't supposed to blush but she does things to me.

I remembered the conversation we had yesterday at the picnic...

"Okay ten questions."

"favorite song?"

"Photograph by ed sheeran" she said while staring at me with those big brown eyes. She's a beautiful girl, no doubt, that's why I'm still wondering why she didn't have any boyfriend.

"Oohh interesting. I like that song, it's meh."

"Meh? what the fuck" she laughs lightly then punches me. ow that hurt, this girl punches like a man.

"Why do you always punch me when you're happy?"

"I dunno, it's meh." and we both laugh so loud that the old couple beside us made a scowling face.

"What does your hair smell like? she stared at me wide eyed, maybe thinking of how much of a creep I am. I just have this habit of not thinking before speaking.

"uhm i don't know. maybe you need to find out"

now it's my turn to look at her shocked. is she seriously allowing me to sniff her hair? she just nodded and i got my signal

"smells like... uhm wait let me think. Uh it smells like something, but its not vanilla or any shit like that"

"It's trichazole complex."

what?

"Uhm it smells nice." I don't know what else to say and she laughed really hard. That's when I knew, I'm in love with this girl, the girl with trichazole complex in her hair.