𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

13- favourite colors and singing session's

"Green!" I yell excited.

He looks at me in disgust.

"Who even likes the color green? Ew."

I pout and cross my arms over my chest. "You're one to talk. You're favorite colour is black. It's not even an official color!"

"Okay smart ass, so I'm proving a non-existent color is even better than green." He speaks the word green out with disgust clear in his voice.

"Okay hold up, first of all, I'm not a smart ass" He looks at me with a denying look, clearly not thinking about it the same way as I am. "And you didn't prove a single thing because no one would pick black over green." I speak the word black out with the same type of disgust as he did earlier.

He gives me a straight up side-eye and continues to mock me by copying the movements I make with my hands while I speak. He's so immature.

When I'm done talking and clearly won the argument (duh), it's my turn to ask him a question.

"Favourite animal?"

"I love cats, they're so fluffy and cute."

I agree but I'm not giving him that satisfaction.

"I'm more of a dog person." I lie. He glares at me and yells like a little kid:

"Liar, liar pants on fire!"

I roll my eyes at his immaturity and give him a look, telling him to behave and ask the next goddamn question.

"Uhmm.. favourite film?"

I think back about the last time I've seen one and can't remember anytime I've watched tv at home. Raina and Miguel obviously didn't allow me to.

When I just want to confess to him I've never watched one, I remember a program i saw on an add one time.

"Bambi!" I've never watched it but I know it's about a deer who loses its mother and has to survive on its own. It reminds me a little about myself.

Adrian's eyes become so big in excitement I know I picked a good one.

"Omg Zi, that's my favourite too! We're exactly like twins!"

I laugh at his reaction and feel a warmth spreading trough my body when I hear him call me by my nickname. The fact he only now noticed we look alot alike surprises me though. I expected him to be a very observant person, but maybe it was just an act to scare Ted away. He didn't look like he liked him very much.

"Okay my turn" I tell him, not wanting to think about me having a good time without Ted "ermm, favourite thing on earth?"

His smile immediately drops st my question.

I know I've fucked up and ruined the mood.

Shit, I always do things like this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's okay if you dont want to talk about it."

"No I do, it's just.."

He hesitates before he admits:

"My favorite thing on earth has always been you."

•••

After he admitted this there was an awkward silence in his car. Don't get me wrong, I do think it was really sweet and cute of him, but I don't really know how to response. I mean, I wish I could say the same about him but I didn't know he existed until today.

I regret having asked the question in the first place. Of course I have to fuck things up, like I always do, but I couldn't know this would be so personal in such a short expense of time. Believe me, if I'd know I wouldn't have asked the question at all.

We sit in this silence for atleast 30 minutes, before Adrian puts on the radio. I immediately hear the sound of meddle about by Chase Atlantic echo through the car. The few times I had the change to listen to music I always picked this song. It has a strong vibe within it which just makes me feel free and relaxed for a second.

I want to scream the lyrics and repeat every single word but I think it would be embarrassing to do that out of nothing. I however, do move my foot and let it touch the ground at the rhythm of the music. This doesn't go unnoticed by Adrian as he puts the radio on on full blast and starts screaming the lyrics, soon to be followed by myself. We both yell the text and enjoy our vibing with eachother. The awkward moment from just now, is already long forgotten and forgiven. In the middle of the song Adrian yells over the music and my screaming through, an insult at my wonderful singing talent.

"YOU SING LIKE SHIT! WHO EVEN TAUGHT YOU TO SCREAM INSTEAD OF SING TO THIS SONG?!"

I wince at his words knowing he doesn't mean anything bad behind it, but it still hurts a bit hearing him talk about my upbringing by my horrible parents. I don't say this though, not wanting to bring up yet another sad thing. I just don't want to sound and look like an attention seeker.

So instead I keep on singing and screaming the text of the song and after that again with Why'd You Only Call Me When Your High? By The Artic Monkeys. Once again, one of my favourites, but not quiete as good as the previous song.

After our singing session I suddenly feel extremely tired, the active screaming made me become exhausted. Adrian notices this because he tells me he will stop on the side of the road so I can move to the back and sleep somewhere where it's less tight and narrow. I gladly accept, successfully muffling a yawn and do as he says, right when he stops on the side of the road.

•••

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and realise I've never had such a good nap before. I know I didn't have any nightmares, otherwise I would've woken myself up. I have gotten nightmares so often, I can easily remove myself from the dream world and snap back to the real life. Most of the time at least. When it's a really bad one and It looks so realistic, it's harder to do so.

I yawn making my presence known to Adrian and he immediately looks to the back meeting my gaze. I know I must look like shit right now, but he seems to enjoy my state right now. He smiles a soft, truly happy smile and blushes a little when I don't avoid his glancing. He stops on the side of the road as soon as he can and I struggle to get to the front of the car, but finally manage to do so.

I sit down beside him ans he starts speaking with a cheerful voice.

I don't get how people could be this happy in the goddammit morning. I just look like a ran over deer, and my mood isn't much better this early.

"How did you sleep, cosa dulce? What did you dream about?"

(Sweet thing)

Dream about? I'm already happy if I don't wake up, cold sweat on my forehead and trembling hands by my side. I can't remember the last time I've dreamed in my sleep.

So instead of saying this I lie to him.

"I don't remember. Did you sleep?" I quickly change the subject.

He shakes his head, negative, and says; "It isn't that bad. I already sleep more than half of my life so I won't need any more."

I laugh at this. It remains silent for a moment before i ask him the question I've been wanting to ask since I woke up.

"How long is it until we're gonna arrive?"

He laughs and mumbles something what sounds like 'I love Texas slang', but he still responds to my question.

"We will be there In... almost 5 minutes."

Ay dios.

(Oh, god)

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Decided to write another chapter since I felt like it. Writing the first part of this chapter made me so happy!

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Love, Stella xx