Nothing and Everything

1.

She hadn't planned for their night in to be much more than a shitty movie and a hookup. Yet, here she was, driving in the front seat of her cheap car, anxiously changing the song while they drove to his friend's house.

Dominic cleared his throat, "You look so nervous. I promise you it is going to be okay." He was excited to see his friend Wes and he hoped she'd like him. Her lips pulled into a sly smile, and she adjusted her legs, still sore from when they were alone together earlier. "We are staying the night." It wasn't a question.

She wasn't driving drunk, and she wasn't stupid enough to let him drive her car intoxicated either.

His left hand rubbed the top of her right leg, "Being nervous feels good, it keeps you on edge. It's nice to live life anticipating the next second." He'd said it with all seriousness, but as he watched her brows lower and heard her soft chuckle, he knew she hadn't taken it as such.

"You're talking to the wrong person."

He laughed with her, enjoying the way she continued to glance at him, as if she couldn't decide which was more important— seeing him, or keeping her eyes on the road. They fell into a comfortable silence, her humming quietly to the music as she continued to follow Wes. He noticed her growing agitation with the way Wes drove through the curves in the street. Yes, she'd have no problem following closely behind his car, but why did he have to drive so damned fast? His lips formed into a curl of amusement at her mumbles about dying, being pulled over, or killing Wes for driving this way. They'd have to stop at a liquor store, yet another one of her grievances, as she knew they were all under twenty-one. Wes suddenly turned into the parking lot, and she swore lightly under her breath, apologizing for the jerkiness of her driving.

When they pulled into the lot, he guided her which spot to pull into. She looked over at him, again worried. She was always worried, that was the way he always knew her to be.

Her lips formed a tight line, eyes bearing into his soul as she asked, "We're not going in, are we?"

He laughed again, somehow amused by her constant questions and pessimistic view of how things would turn out. "No, Wes'll get it for us. We'll stay in your car."

They worked good together. She was always thinking, and he.. She smiled, wondering what went on in his mind. Parked in a random spot and waiting on Wes, she looked down at her phone. God, it was only ten? Their night had been in full swing for a few hours now, but, to her, it felt much longer. He watched her scroll through her phone for a second but grew tired of it fast. His eyes traveled over her features yet again, taking her in. As if she could feel his gaze upon her, her dark eyes were suddenly peering into his own.

"What?" she asked softly, a tenderness in her voice that could make him take her right now, in this car. He swallowed and leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to hers. As if it were a question, she instantly matched his response, turning the soft kiss into something much rougher. Yes, he knew she felt the same way about him—could almost feel her aching to be closer. A brief thought crossed Dom's mind. Should he text Wes and ask to hang out again later? No, Wes had texted him, begging for any form of companionship. His girlfriend, who definitely wasn't his girlfriend, yet he still loved was being confusing. Well, no shit. Dominic roughly pulled away, throwing his hand through his hair, pushing down any feelings he may have. He had to avert his gaze, though he still felt her eyes on him. As if saved by some higher power, Wes walked out of the store, a stupid grin plastered across his face, hands full of liquor. Thankfully, Wes was distracting enough that she pulled her car back into drive, no longer staring so deeply into him.

It was like she could see into his soul, and he didn't know how to feel about it. He thought he'd come to be accustomed to her large dark eyes, yet he had begun to wonder if that was something that he could get used to. She'd begun humming to the song again, when suddenly Wes took off, driving at least 75 miles in a 35 limit. Her breathing became hitched, and she looked over at Dominic, eyes screaming What the fuck is wrong with your friends? Dominic, suddenly calming yet again gave her a smile of encouragement.