Between You and I

Chapter Twelve

May 12, 2012: 20 Hours Before

If there was anything I’ve learned about Valentine Holmes, it was that she wasn't a morning person. Seriously. If you had a choice between risking a whole ton of bee stings by carrying a nest and chucking it into the nearest woods- looking- place and waking Valentine up this early in the morning, you’d be better off with the nest. Which meant I was terrified to the point where I was close enough to shit myself due to waking her up to start the car and continue driving. 

So now she’s peacefully snoozing in the passenger seat as I drove forward, away from the place we knew so well. I didn't really know if this would just be screwing up her plans for where we were off to, but I guess the farther from home the better. Thinking about that made this really weird feeling start inside.

Like all the grit and dust that has gathered in me was being cleared off, and I didn’t feel bad anymore. No sadness was weighing on me, no worries... Nothing. Just excitement for what was being unraveled then and there. Yeah, it scared me a little: creating my own little adventure, not knowing where or what it will lead me to. But just a little.

Sometime during the night, Valentine must have stopped at a gas station because we had a full tank and the back seat was piled with food. She seriously thought of everything! Sandwiches, candy (freaking Maltesers. If I did the grocery run, I’d just have stocked the whole car with them), fruits, granola bars, Gatorade, Coke, water... Must have racked up quite a bill. Which meant she must have saved for a while... Wait...

For how long did she even plan this? Half of me wanted to wake her up and ask, but the other half was too busy jumping around like a fangirl and doing the most retarded seat dance it could do while driving. Holy fuck, she did think of me! That was probably my mind screaming and I felt like screaming and why did I just feel like running miles nonstop? If there’s anything I kept solid to, I didn’t run. Not really born on the athletic side here.

Which was kind of sad when I thought about it, but it wasn't the time to be sad because after all the times I hated her and myself and tortured my mind with wondering about whether or not I ever crossed her mind anymore, I was proven wrong. She still cared. That was all I needed to know to make me feel like the stars are a line, and everything was finally amazing in the world.

She shuffled a little in her seat, making my entire being freeze since I 1. Didn't want to wake her and 2. Didn't want her to see me doing some weird who- knows- what dance while in her car. Taking a deep breath in, I placed both hands on the wheel again, and flicked on the stereo. The silence came to life. The strumming was soft, and I automatically knew which song it was. It was the same song Valentine and I danced to before.