we belong together // s.g

One

I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jacket and shuffled my feet quickly down the streets of Seattle. My friends had invited me to some lame party that was crawling with cheerleaders and big beefy jocks, so I ditched on them.
Now I caught myself trying to find my way back home, hoping someone would let me hitch a ride, but no one had yet bothered to stop for some young, reckless little grunge rocker looking chick.
Just as I had set the assumptions in my head that I was out of luck, some guy in a new-modeled mustang came to a halt directly beside me. He rolled down the window.

"Where you headed to?" His unfamiliar deep voice caught me completely off guard as well as his handsome features.

"Home. But now it seems as if I'm just going in circles." I chuckled shyly.

"Hop in and I'll give you a ride." He smiled politely, and so I did.
I was completely aware that this stranger could be a serial killer or some type of rapist, but I was too tired of roaming the streets to care.

"I'm Stone," He broke the everlasting silence. His name reminded me of something beautiful and now it was permanently embedded in my memory.

"I'm Miyala." I glanced over to catch a good glimpse of him. He was handsome indeed, long brown wavy hair, soft hazel eyes, and I knew that if it wasn't for the breezy winds, I would've melted right on the spot.

"Nice to meet you Miyala." He shot me a nice smile and I returned the favor.

"What brings you out on such a late night?" He questioned, his voice low and deeper than the last time he spoke.

"My friends invited me to some party that I wasn't even invited too, and it turned out it was a bunch of prep kids." I nodded, remembering the uneventful trip.

As I gave him the directions to my house, he threw questions at me left and right, but I didn't mind because it was good talking to someone other than Chloe and Anna, who weren't even as deep off into the interests I had.

"How old are you?" I asked, although not really intending to.

"I'm 25. How about yourself?" He replied with a slight pause, I was more baffled that my guess on his age was correct than how well our conversation was going.

"18." I replied simply, looking in his direction. He nodded, continuing our conversation.

A couple of turns and streets later, he arrived at my shabby excuse for a house, and twisted the keys in his car and the engine shut off instantly.

"Thank you, Stone. For the ride. It was nice talking to you." I smiled brightly, glancing over my shoulder to meet eyes with him.

"Yeah, yeah. No problem." He nodded and tapped the button to unlock the doors.

Before I made my way up to my driveway, he stopped me.

"Wait. Miyala." Stone called and I turned around sharply.

"Yeah?" I couldn't bring myself to stop smiling at him, he was so nice to look at.

"Would you mind going out sometime?" He asked as he revealed a big geeky grin.

"Yeah. That'd be great." I beamed, leaning both my elbows on the car door, peering at him through the window as he wrote down his digits.

"I will call you." I said as I took the crinkly piece of paper out of his hand.

"Promise?" He pointed his finger at me.

"I promise." I finalized, blowing him a kiss and heading up my driveway.