LOVER, YOU SHOULD'VE COME OVER, daniel johns

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 thirteen, style

NOW PLAYING... style, taylor swift
"long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise"
"& when we go crashin' down we come back every-time, cause we never go out of style"

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SO IT GOES... His long, calloused fingers grip the steering wheel rather firmly, a sigh soon emitting from his plump rose tinted lips. The air surrounding us seemingly filled with a sense of tension, alongside fears of apprehension of the sorts, though the reason of the pair being seemingly unknown to the both of us. Our minds remain inadvertently warped into one, almost as if we were transmitting the same length of thoughts, worries and concerns.

"Didn't think you were actually gonna come" i amusingly reveal, breaking the dreaded silence between us both. "Well, m' here" he mirrors, a light smile trailed alongside his lips. "Where are we actually goin'?, if i may ask?" i query, a reign of confusion present within my tone. "I dunno to be honest, didn't really think it through" he speaks, his wild eyes remain scattered alongside me, hopelessly drifting from the road with each passing second. "We could jus' drive around for a bit, like we used to" he reminisces, referring to the hours we'd spent driving around town in the depths of the night. "Yeah, m' happy with that" i respond, he sheepishly gazes towards me in response, seemingly taking in each one of my rather tiresome features, though an unknown look remains plastered along his face, what could he possibly be thinking?

"Stop lookin' at me like that, you're gonna drive us into a ditch" i jokingly speak, though hoping he truly does stop, considering the pure bundle of nerves its creating within the depths of my stomach.
"Yeah? What'll you do if i don't stop?" he taunts, at last tearing his gaze from my own. His words sending an abyss of butterflies to my stomach, my cheeks soon following as they morph into a burgundy shade. "Probably melt into a puddle, or something" i humorously mutter, facing the opposite direction in order to hide my bold tinted cheeks. "Nah, don't hide, cant go all shy on me now" he teases, knowing the full affect he currently has on me. "Fuck off" i furthermore joke, still maintaining the same sense of lack of eye contact. "Whatever, you love it" he satirises, though a smug grin overlays his features.

Silence soon makes a rather unwelcome return, filling the air with another round of seemingly unknown forms of tension. His hands continue to grip the steering wheel in a strength-full manner, a look of apprehension and nerves bottled within his turquoise globes.

"Uhm, fuck" he curses, "Can i pull over?" The boy queries, tones of anxiety practically oozing from his voice. "Of course, are you okay?" I ask, growing immensely worried myself. "Yeah i just, i need to talk to you bout' somethin', its been doin' my head in" he anxiously discloses, his left hand creating tapping motions within the top of his thigh, almost in a self soothing nature. His vehicle soon comes to a rather abrupt halt, the only motion from within said vehicle emitting from both of our rather unsteady, raw and hasty breathing patterns, concern seemingly evident between the pair of us.
"Whats up?" i question, peering intently towards him. He exhales a rather large sigh, furthermore accentuating the sheer curiosity kept within my mind, anticipation growing fonder within the second. "I uh, I cant stop thinkin' bout' you and i" he ultimately reveals, a sizeable gulp soon following his statement. My eyes dilate in size, his declaration sending an airwave of emotions both within my mind and my stomach, soon overwhelming both senses. "I've been there too, a few times" i eventually respond, my mind soon wrapping around the true reality of the situation.
I furthermore gaze into his eyes, noticing the sheer James Dean-esque daydream presence within them, seemingly becoming lost within the sea of his orbs.
"Who's the one starin' now, huh?" he unintentionally seductively susurrates, his eyes burning pure holes into the abyss of my soul. I focus my stare towards his lips, while simultaneously biting the corner of my own within the process, attempting to formulate a somewhat incorrupt response.
He mirrors my actions, though seemingly perpetuating himself further towards myself, his lips aimlessly flickering between my eyes, then following directly downwards onto my lips.
"You're lookin' at me like you're about to kiss me" i whisper, seemingly stating the obvious, though a hint of fret toned within my voice. "Is that okay?" he responds, imitating my same sense of stillness. I nod slowly in response, my lips slightly parting within the process.
He elevates further, the tip of his nose brushing delicately alongside my own as my heart-rate quickens in response, the sheer closeness shared between us enough to make my heart flutter rapidly. His right hand lightly grazes alongside my right cheek, his eyes closing before his rather plump, dusty shade lips meet my own.
I furthermore crawl onwards to his lap, though the kiss remaining still rather deep and gaudy, my bloodstream turning rather warm in response. I detach our lips to formulate a more regular breathing pattern, resting my forehead alongside his own, his eyes still remaining seamlessly shut. "Fuck" he whispers, seemingly out of breath himself also. "Shit" i mutter back, a rather cheesy grin plastered alongside my now swollen lips.

"Kiss me again" he requests, his volume enduring lower then previously. "What?" i question, not exactly sure if i heard him correctly or not. "I said, kiss me again" he speaks, his forehead still grazing my own. I repeat the same motion as before, feasting my lips onto his own, though this time wrapping each individual arm alongside his neck in a rather loose manner, which seems to only deepen the kiss further. He soon detaches himself from me as i take notice of the vivid colour within the depths of his cheeks, which conveniently appear to mirror my own.
"Can i tell you something?" i mutter, my tone still rather dull, seemingly due to my pure shock of what has just occurred between us both, almost as if my mind doesn't seem to cooperate correctly with me. "Yeah" he whispers in return, reflecting my same sense of low tone. "Ive been waiting for that to happen for months now" i reveal, grazing my right thumb alongside his bottom lip. "Me too" he lightly exhales, a sense of awe laced within his tone. "When we go crashin' down we come back every-time" i further speak, insinuating to our numerous cases of trial and errors within our relationship, due to both of our previous insecurities. "Its like we're some form of clothing piece or something, we never go out of style" he sarcastically responds, tucking a fragmented piece of hair behind my ear, laying his right hand alongside my cheek in a comforting manner.
"We never go out of style" i repeat...

a/n
I said this one would be longer and i LIED A LITTLE BIT IM SORRY. I decided to cut what i was originally gonna write in half & put the rest in the next chapter. Ya'll FORGIVE Me 🙏🏼