Syd
I slid the key into the lock opening the door widely before looking over my shoulder once more. She was only a few steps behind me. I dug my hands into my pockets wondering what exactly it was that I was doing. What had I gotten myself into?
She circled around me before stopping only inches away from me. Her eyes set on mines and I found myself once again lost in her beauty. "You're not some kind of serial killer ... or rapist are you?" She asked with a serious expression catching me off guard. My eyes bulged which must have been a sight to see because she burst into laughter soon after.
"The only thing I kill is ..." I trailed. I was about to say pu**y. But thought better of it. Me and my slick ass mouth. It even surprised me at times. I giggled to myself before continuing. " Tha Kyd is no serial killer." I admitted looking at the ground as I shook my head no. Attempting to dig my hands even further into my pockets. "And I've never gotten it from anybody who didn't want to give it to me." I said looking her straight in the face. She blushed and I grinned.
She placed her foot on the step to my truck and began to climb in. I instinctively placed my hands on her waist giving her a soft nudge. It must of surprised her because she nearly fell over into the passenger seat. "Oh my god, Are you okay?"
She quickly regained her composure. Swiftly turning herself into the seat. The expression on her face was unreadable. "I'm fine." She said nervously pushing her hair behind her ears and faking a smile. I looked on in concern for a moment before she nodded in an attempt to reassure me that she was indeed okay.
I closed the door softly before heading around to the driver's side. "Don't fuck this up Syd." I whispered to myself before hoping in.
Gabby
She placed the keys into the ignition and the truck flooded with a smooth sounding melody. She quickly reached for the volume knob to turn it down but I wanted to hear it so I softly grabbed her wrist. Her voice purred through the speakers. And it was beautiful. Damn near angelic. "Is that you?" I asked pulling her arm away from the radio.
She grinned allowing her head to fall in embarrassment before nodding yes. "You like it?" She asked peeking her eyes over in my direction. I sat back into the seat and closed my eyes. Allowing the music to consume me for a moment. It had this euphoric affect. I nodded my head to the beat as my hips began to wind.
"Yes." I said finally opening my eyes. Her eyes trailed over my spaghetti string tank top and shorts. She bit her bottom lip and I quickly pulled my sweater together. "So you're a singer?" I quizzed.
"Not quite." She said pulling out of the parking space. "What's your address?"
"How are you not a singer. When you're clearly singing on this song. I'm lost." I admitted.
"Address please?" She said nearing the exit of the parking lot. She seemed to be a bit irritated with me but nonetheless I continued to stare at her awaiting an answer. She eventually gave in and placed the truck into park before leaning back into the driver's seat.
"I make beats ... I write music ... but I'm no singer." She admitted hoping to drop the subject. I couldn't understand how someone responsible for something so beautiful didn't want credit for it.
"But you're voice ... It's so ..." I began.
"Weird?" She said cutting me off.
"No... Not at all... It's beautiful... Soothing even." I admitted. The tension in her shoulders eased a bit.
"Thanks." She whispered.
"Bitches would kill for your voice." I boosted.
"Word." She mumbled trying to conceal a smile. She looked over at me once more and I simply nodded my head yes. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to take compliments. I'm no where near good enough in my eyes to call myself a singer. But I do appreciate good music. I'm more of a behind the scenes type of person. I made this beat and wrote the lyrics ... But my voice doesn't do it justice. I'm just hoping one day someone else's will."
"Well maybe you're more stage ready then you think." Our eyes met and locked once again. Except this time she was the first to look away.
"What's your address sweetheart?" She asked placing the truck in drive yet again.
"What if I don't want to go home. What if the last place I want to go right now is home?" I huffed. "You offered me a ride and I accepted the offer. But I never said where."
"So where do you want to go?" She asked sincerely.
"I don't know..." I admitted. "I just want to get away."
She smiled before reaching across my lap and opening the glove box. Pulling out a huge bag of weed. "Flick A Blick?" She said with a smirk.
