Thnks fr th mmrs

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'We are like young volcanoes' Pete sang along to Patrick's voice on the radio,the wind blowing through his dark hair, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around Patrick's hand.Patrick gleamed over at him,admiring him through the rims of his glasses. 'Pete!' Patrick said, as his boyfriend went well past 80 miles per hour. 'Cmon man, you're gonna get us killed or something' Pete laughed,and took off his seatbelt to allow him the freedom to reach behind him into the back seat, where he pulled out a box.'he handed it to Patrick. 'Don't open this until we get back home or I swear to god' Patrick smiled, and grabbed back onto Petes big hand,placing the box on his lap.as they sped off into the sunrise,he clung onto his fedora covering his light brown hair. Trees along the moterway flashed, and they say there laughing and singing to their songs on the car stereo.

'Let's be alone together,we can stay young forever'

The world outside of their metal cocoon started spinning, the steady hum of the engine became a screeching of tearing and crumpling metal as they slammed into the barrier between the road and the trees.Patrick was clinging onto Petes hand, as they bounced off the barrier, until Pete hurtled forward,slipping from Patrick's finger tips and through the front screen,showering Patrick with glass. All Patrick could hear was the radio now, as the car bounced and rolled several times before a sudden stop threw him against his seatbelt. A red smear across what was left of the windscreen was a testament to what happen without your seat belt. Patrick had passed out, and beneath the sounds of the sirens there was a steady rhythm to be heard.

'Trying to forget everything that isn't you'