Heartfelt Transitions [First Draft]

Fourteenth

I held back a yawn as my eyes watered just a bit.

Truly. I shouldn't have slept late.

The cold window of the car pressed against my forehead as I stared outside. The sun wasn't shining too bright, but just enough to light the sky up in shades of blue and red. So pretty.

I inched back my head and rolled the window down. The wind hit me, cool and hard. Lovably cool and hard. Maintaining my balance and taking hold of the sill, I stuck my head out.

My hair wavered strongly under the impact of wind as I dragged in a huge breath.

Now, didn't this feel like a coming-of-the-age movie?

"Get your head back inside, young lady. That isn't very safe."

I didn't want to. This was making me feel alive. SO alive.

"It's fine, Em!" I yelled back over the wind. "Too early for many other vehicles to be out and about."

"You still haven't changed, have you?"

"Well, Emili– pfftngnk–"

I gagged and coughed the lock of my own hair out. Dammit, the con of long hair blowing in the wind was long hair blowing in the wind.

As I tried again and again to tuck my hair back in an effort to continue enjoying the ride and failed miserably after each, Emilia cackled in the driver's seat like an evil witch.

"Shut up!" I mumbled and gave up, crashing back into the seat. Enough of trying to make my life like something out of pinterest for now.

If anything, I had made more of a clown out of myself than a heroine of a romance story. Sounded about right on the mark for my ass.

"It's alright. Get a sunroof when you buy your own car," she suggested.

"I would be driving since it would be my own car," I sighed miserably. "Not throwing my hands up to YOLO the hell out of the ride."

I had always loved car rides, ever since I was a little kid. Whether it be when I sat in my dad's lap while he drove or in the back seat– Car rides were awesome. They were sick and nothing was better than staring out of the window, watching the trees being left behind and the moon chasing you back in those days to me.

Just the rides, though. The idea of driving sounded boring to me. I wanted to learn it because logic begged so, but god, the drivers really bore the short end of stick on car rides. At least that's how I saw it.

"Get a driver–"

I did not have my head far enough in the ass to dream of a future like that.

"Or a boyfriend who likes to drive while you, err, disobey safety rules."

And especially that. Talk about an unrealistic load of bullshit.

I wonder if he likes to drive.

I shook my head vigorously. Alright, maybe I did have my head up in my ass a bit.

"Ha-ha," I responded robotically.

Emilia just put on some basic pop music on the stereo in response to that. A couple of minutes later, the car stopped and she turned to fix her gaze on me.

"You are really getting tackier," she muttered.

"What did I do now?"

"Dodge a confrontation with your parents by using studies as an excuse for starters."

"Hey, studies are important," I said solemnly.

Dodging uncomfortable conversations, even more.