VALERIE

Thirty Five

The sun was already gone and the crickets started their annoying symphonic melody.

Nick was seated at the bottom of the stairs that led to his motel room on the second floor, he watched the parking lot waiting for the ride Marco said he would send to pick them up.

Raising his flask to his lips he drank the strong vodka like it was water, he had always been used to such a vulgar taste.

He looked back up to see if Valerie was in sight but she wasn't, he looked down at his watch then back at the vacant parking lot, he clenched his jaw impatiently as he stuck the flask into his suits pocket.

Dressed in an all black suit he rented from a bridal store, he looked rather charming and dapper as if he wasn't some fucked up kid with no future.

He kind of felt like somebody important and that made him feel nice because he wasn't used to such a feeling.

It was when he heard the clicking of heels on the concrete emerging that he stood up quickly, he placed both hands into his front pockets and when he saw her, it was like the entire world had stopped and angels sang.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, it was a Valerie he had never seen before.

Wearing a tight scarlet colored body con dress that accentuated every curve and dent in her body, stopping above the middle of her thighs it was long sleeved and it's collar plunged deep exposing the right amount of cleavage.That dress was made for her.

Nick watched as she walked down confidently like some fucking goddess in some black stilettos that were probably a good 5 inches tall.

He mouthed the word, 'fuck' to himself. It felt like they were in some sort of messed up fairy tale where instead of the prince charming and princess going to the ball it was actually the bipolar girl and the fucked up guy going to meet up with a drug dealer.

"You look so cleaned up." Valerie spoke to him, seeing him in a suit was probably a once in a lifetime thing.

Nick nodded for a few seconds staring at her face. Her hair long brown hair fell into waves up until a little bit past her hips, she wore makeup that she didn't need, but her deep blood red lipstick drew his attention.

"You look," Nick stopped to think about what to say next, "fuck." He muttered nervously.

Valerie smiled at him, "Thank you?" She sounded confused.

"I hope we don't get shot or murdered." Nick mumbled,

Valerie flipped a piece of her hair back, with every movement he could smell her light yet elegant fragrance, "It's kind of sad."

"What is?"

Valerie shrugged, hesitating to answer, "Well, once you know, you make money to buy us plane tickets which will probably take less than a week," She paused, "our adventure is over and we'll go back home to our old lives."

Nick suddenly pulled her in for a hug catching her by surprise, she felt his arms wrapped tightly just above her waist as her arms dangled awkwardly but she gave in, hugging him back, indulging in his sandalwood scent.

They pulled from away one another quickly when an all black Cadillac pulled up in front of them followed by a dark blue mustang that parked in the lot.

The two watched as the dark tinted windows of the Cadillac rolled down and Marco and Jesse grinned wildly at them.

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They were taken to a really fancy restaurant up in some hills, they were seated in the center of the dimly lit yet well decorated place, Valerie intently looked over the menu as Jesse and Marco both admired her in silence.