Watch Our Worlds Burn

Chapter 5 (Pt 2)

A quiet rumbling under my body woke me up. My head was pressed against something that felt like cotton, but the rest of my body was on leather. After a few moments of subconsciously contemplating it, I realized that I was in a car. There was a faint sound of French music playing.

Carefully, I opened my eyes slightly. I slowly scanned the car roof, without moving. I closed my eyes again so I could shift my head without alerting whoever was in the car with me. But I froze in my efforts when I felt a strong hand slip into my hair and trace shapes on it. My breathing ceased as I felt the heat radiating from them and a mint aroma suffocated my lungs. I laid completely still until the hand rested on my head, no longer moving but caressing it. Out of curiosity, I barely opened my eyes. Vincent was leaning against the window of what must've been the backseat of the car. His eyes were half closed as he looked out the window. My eyes trailed the shape of his eyebrows and the length of his dark lashes. My gaze finally rested on the mole at the corner of his left eye. I felt too tired at the moment to think up all the things I hated about him. 

Finally, I began to pay attention to the scenery. Weighing down on top of my body was his expensive leather jacket. And it wasn't until the surface under my head shifted, that I realized that my head was on his legs.

I didn't dare move for a moment as my heart rate began to accelerate. This position is way too much for me to handle.

I watched him for a moment more, imagining charcoal on paper to capture the darkness in his brows and lashes. 

Then to avoid embarrassing myself anymore, I closed my eyes again to fall asleep...

"Hey. Wake up," A voice instructed. I immediately recognized it as Vincent's as he shook me by my arm. I grumbled in annoyance but opened my eyes. Surprisingly, I was now in a sitting position, with my head resting against his shoulder. When we made eye contact, I narrowed my eyes and immediately got off his shoulder, my cheeks slightly pink.

"Don't talk to me," I stated, laying back in my seat and turning my head to look at the window.

"Good morning!" Ace's voice exclaimed from the front seat. I ignored him.

"Sheesh. Someone's sour this morning," Adrian chuckled from the driver's seat. I rolled my eyes and sadly watched out the window as I was getting further and further away from my home and my best friend.

"How far are we?" I asked quietly.

"We drove 5 hours so far so we still have a good 5 hours left," Adrian explained, grinning at me through the car mirror. My heart sank. A whole five hours away? Not to mention the distance we have left?

I tried to hold back some tears but it was harder than I thought. Their unwavering positivity was suffocating when I was trying not to fall apart.

"Ah! It's a steakhouse! Can we go, can we go, can we go?!" Ace randomly exclaimed, pressing his face against the glass. I looked out to see the steakhouse he was talking about and my stomach growled at its own accord.

Suddenly, Adrian swerved the car aggressively to the left. I got thrown back aggressively and my head slammed into Vincent's.

"Shit," we both muttered in unison, as we held our heads.

"You guys good back there?" Adrian asked as Ace snickered.

"Shut the fuck up," we both complained yet again at the same time. That made them laugh even more as we turned deep hues of scarlet.

"Adrian, if you keep turning like that, I'm going to drive," Vince winced as he massaged the side of his head. Adrian grinned and pulled the car into the parking lot of the steakhouse.