All Too Well | ✔

Chapter 9

all too well

We've been driving for the past 10 minutes and we both haven't talked ever since we entered the car and all I did was stare out of the window as we passed by some houses and different neighborhoods on our way back home.

"Can we listen to some music?" I asked with a weak voice which came out pretty hoarse.

His right hand moved to the radio button in the car and he pressed it while his gaze never left the road ahead. When I turned my head sideways to stare at his face, he licked his lips before he closed them again. I smiled at how focused he was on the road instead of playing with his phones like teenagers usually do while driving. His eyebrows were pushed together and he didn't blink a lot which made his blue eyes look glassy.

Once he found a song he liked, he turned the volume louder, only a bit though. I recognized the song, it was Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

It was the first time I had the privilege to actually sit in Miles' car and it was a weird feeling. The seats seemed comfortable and the car itself was quite new, at least to me. During school I never really payed attention to him until that one day. That day he winked at me. I don't know how that one wink caused my feelings to go crazy.

"Can you give me my pack of cigarettes?" He asked pointing to the small drawer in front of me.

I opened it and saw the pack of cigarettes he was looking for, "Here." I said bluntly and reached it out for him to take.

"Can you put one inbetween my lips and light it?" He asked again, still not looking at me.

"I think you can do that yourself," I laughed and put the package onto his lap instead.

"I'm driving, so come on." He demanded desperately. "I honestly need this right now."

I rolled my eyes at him before I grabbed the package from his lap. "You owe me something for making me touch this."

"It's just a cigarette, not the end of the world," he remarked obnoxiously loud.

"Whatever." I sighed and grabbed one cigarette which I put inbetween his lips immediately to get rid of the weird touch on my fingertips.

"Wait, I'm scared. Turn to look at me." My hand was somehow shaking for no reason and I was scared to burn him while trying to ignite the cigarette since this road was uneven and stony.

"I'm driving." He pointed out the obvious, causing me to roll my eyes at him for a second time.

"Then pull the car over for a second!" I stated a bit too loud and he sighed before he pulled the car over rather angryly.

Once the car stopped moving completely, he turned around to look at me after what felt like forever. His lips seemed so soft and kissable under those dim lights, his eyes were just as blue as the ocean and then his smile etched its way back into his face

I wanted to touch his quiff and play with his hair while kissing him. The bristles of his beard made him look even more mature than he already was. He was handsome, very handsome. I wanted to know how his lips felt against mine and whether he was a good kisser or not, but I shook those thoughts out of my head immediately.

Without noticing how close our faces have gotten, I could feel his breath on my cheeks. Both of our mouths were slightly open and he was focused on my lips while I continued to stare at his deep blue eyes.

I knew if we continued like this we would end up kissing, so I ignited his cigarette and turned away from him once I did. I'm going crazy. It's only been nearly two weeks since he captured my attention and I think I start to develop some kind of feelings for him already. How is that possible? I barely know him. Maybe I'm falling for his looks? At least that sounds plausible.