What happens when you're just a story written under the moonlit sky? What happens when the only boy you love becomes a faded memory of just someone you used to know? What happens when you can't get your heart back, but that boy left you tattered and...
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Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? Honestly before I ever got on the back of Zachariah's, I never really thought I would. To me they always seemed scary. But it's not. Going fast down a backroad with the wind blowing in your hair as you breathe in the guy you love. It was pure elation. The feel of his blue jean jacket against my palms as I held tightly onto this boy. HIs woodsy smell invading my senses. He was all around me. It didn't even matter to me that it was fall now, and the slight chill in the air nipped at my exposed skin. He was a high I would never come down from.
We pulled up to what seemed to be a bar, on the edge of town. I gave him a puzzled look, but his smile was so bright it took away every second thought I was having about going inside.
"It's a dancehall." He informed me. He got off his Harley in a form of elegance that should not have been for a boy of his stature. He was so gorgeous it left me reeling. "They don't serve alcohol, but other than that it's like a bar. People come to dance and hangout. People of all ages."
Something inside of me seemed to take life at his words. Daryle was a drunk and I knew Zachariah wanted to stay away from that sort of thing. So, the fact that he brought me here knowing they didn't sell alcohol made my heart take flight at the magnitude of meaning behind his plans.
When I climbed off his motorcycle I took in my appearance. Some of the women standing outside were dressed in crop tops and miniskirts. Me? Well, I had on black bell bottoms and a sweatshirt. My hair was windblown, and my face only had mascara on it.
"You're beautiful." He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him.
"You have to say that. I'm your girlfriend." I blurted out. The words just fell out, but they fell flat. He said what we had was real and I was the only girl he talked to, but we never put a title on us.
His face looked like it was struck in some kind of trance. I tried to push away from him as embarrassment flooded in. He just held onto me tighter. "It's because you are my girlfriend that I know you are beautiful Remi. They are all done up, but even in a sweatshirt and no makeup on, you are the most stunning girl I have ever seen."
If I thought I was embarrassed before, now my cheeks were ablaze. My only saving grace was that it was dark out.
Zachariah chuckled, then with one arm firmly around my waist, he pulled me into the dancehall known as "Bubba's."
I expected the smell of smoke and a blue light atmosphere. That just wasn't the case though. The lights were dimmed slightly, but kids ran around chasing each other. I couldn't help the smile that pulled my lips when a little girl around seven grabbed a little boy's hand, then pulled him to the dance floor.
I must have been caught up watching them try and dance to "Boot Scootin' Boogie," because Zachariah leaned in close to me and whispered over the sound of the music. "I bet you will make a great momma one day."
I felt the smile tug at my lips at his words, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be a part of that scenario. Zachariah's hand went to my lower back as he led me towards the dance floor. "Cover me up" by Morgan Wallen played throughout the building.
