"That sounds perfect baby, I'm ready." she says, taking her hand in mine.
"Okay, let's go back to your place and get some stuff and then we can hit the road." I said bringing up hand up to my mouth, kissing it lightly letting my lips linger for a minute.
"JORDAN, STOP." she screams, while I slam on the breaks scared that we hit something. I'm a nervous driver and she doesn't help it sometimes.
"WHAT?!" I scream, breathing heavy almost going into a panic attack.
"It's not my place, it's OUR place." she says, pulling away from me doing that cute ass thing where she crosses her arms and pretends that she is mad at me.
"Sorry Nikki." I say, driving again after I've calmed down.
"It's fine baby, I'm just teasing you. But seriously, it's our place." she says leaning over kissing my cheek.
About 15 minutes later we show up at OUR apartment. Turing the car off, I race her to the door like we always do. She isn't a very competitive person, but when it comes to me she is. Every person that looks at me the wrong way in public better get the hell away because Nikki will turn their world upside down. She is very protective when it comes to me. Which mostly comes from her insecurities from past relationships. I understand that in most ways, because I am the same way. But that doesn't make me love my girl any less.
After making it to the apartment we go into the bed room, Nikki grabs a suitcase and throws some of her clothes and some of my clothes in it. Yes, I have my own clothes at her house considering I'm with her more than I'm at my house. I walk into the bathroom grabbing her shampoo, conditioner and body wash. She is very picky about her stuff. Which is okay, actually it's kind of cute. Especially the way she picks out an outfit the night before and then when she wakes up, she will put it on and then change about six times. God, she is just perfect.
She finishes packing our clothes and bathroom stuff and we make our way into the kitchen. Not knowing when we are coming back we don't take any food that has to be keep frozen or in the refrigerator. Of course, she grabs her favorite food (ramen noodles). And she makes sure she doesn't forget her back up money. Nikki has this little jar in her kitchen that she put all her change into. Every month she takes it into the bank and cashes it in. She has been doing that since she was little. She probably has over two thousand dollars in there. Unlike me, she can collect and save money.
"So, are we ready?" I ask, shaking the keys in my hand.
"Yes baby, we are ready. Let's do this." she says, running out the door and to the car.
I turn all the lights off and lock the door making my way to the car. As I go down there I throw our suitcase in the back of my little ford focus that has a little dint on driver side mirror from where I drove to far to the intercom box in the McDonald's drive through. I hop in the front seat taking a deep long breath before starting the car.
"So, where are you planning on going?" Nikki asks while she hooks her phone into the radio to play music.
"I'm not sure yet, I'm just going to drive." I say, giggling at her little dance she does to her favorite song.
"I mean, we are in Michigan, so let's go to California?" she says as I nod my head to agree with her.
"Hey Jordan." Nikki says, turning to face me in her seat.
"Yes, Nikki?" I always get scared when she says my name because she never calls me by my name unless it's something serious.
"I love you baby. And when I say it, I mean it. It's not the kind of love that little 12 year old girls feel about One Direction or Justin Bieber. No, not at all. The kind of love I feel for you isn't really explainable. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Seeing you sad makes me want to cry. I love everything about you. From the way you drink your coffee to the length of time it takes you to get ready because you check out yourself in the mirror about 100 times. I love the way you smile at me for no reason and I love the way you are so fascinated with reading. And oh god, your eyes are to die for baby. I can't look into your eyes without getting lost. I love you because I know you're always there, there to catch me when I fall, there to listen when I need you, there when I feel alone. I love you because you understand me; you know how I feel even when I can't say it. You know I'm not as strong as I say and still you never let me know that I'm not fooling you. I love you because you make me believe, believe that I am not worthless. Believe that I can be loved, am loved, and can love others. I love you because you know, you know I feel this way but can't say it and still you wait, letting me take my time to come to terms with the fact that I love you. I would give my life up to be with you, and above all never hurt you, lie to you, or leave you. Because I love you. So baby, believe me when I say it because I have come to terms with it." she says, while I cry like a little baby..
"Nikki baby, I love you too." I say, holding back the tears.
"Beautiful, why are you crying?" she asks, wiping away my tears.
"Because you're fucking perfect. Everything about you is perfect. I love you too baby." I say, taking my eyes off the wheel long enough to kiss her.
