Part 4 in the mini halsey series, based off of the song "drive".
His fingers tapped on the wheel of the car as she sat next to him, gazing as subtly as she could at the gorgeous boy sitting next to her. He was completely oblivious of course, having no idea she was thinking these things, let alone looking at him. Her lips were painted red, her eyelashes batted against her cheeks as he reached over and laced their fingers together, making her cheeks change to a deep shade of red. His headlights were shining through the darkness of the night, illuminating the painted marks lining the roads and the signs telling him what speed to drive. She leant up and pressed her lips gently against his neck, making his hand quiver on the gear stick, her teeth nipped and sucked at his tender skin, purple marks making a contrast to his pale complexion. He sucked in a breath as she moved closer to his mouth, only to go to his ear and whisper,
"I think that was our exit,"
He blushed profusely, his stuttering knees banging against each other as her lips moved across his neck, leaving a red trail as a reminder. He swiftly turned around, heading back to the exit that he missed. She just giggled at his anxiousness, even though she was feeling the exact same.
She sits back in her seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, blowing trails of smoke out the open window of the car, watching as it evaporated into thin air the further they got away. Her arms are next, sticking out the window as she feels the wind run through her fingers. Her hair whips in the wind as she leans her head out, closing her eyes and taking in the rushing feeling of the wind.
"Babe," it's his voice that snaps her out of her trance, leaning her body back into the car as she dangles the cigarette from the corner of her mouth, red staining the end of it. He reaches back over and grabs her hand once more and quickly steals a glance over at the beautiful girl, her hair a mess from the wind and her lipstick smudged from not only the cigarette but also from when her lips were pressed against the stubbly skin of his neck. He leans over to her, trying to keep his eyes off of her and on the road, and bites her earlobe, leaving his lips by her ear,
"I love you," he whispers, then retreats back into his seat, his full attention back on the road. She just gapes at him incredulously, never having heard those words spill from his mouth before. But soon enough a smile crosses over her face as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth and leaning over and kissing his neck once more, as if in response to his declaration.
The next part of their journey is silent, the only sounds being the quiet hum from his lips as he sings along to the radio and the sound of the wind as both windows were rolled down. And it's a shame really, because both of the young lovers were so caught up in their love for each other that neither of them saw the blinding white lights speeding towards them, and neither of them saw the look of horror that flashed across the driver's face as he smashed head first into them. Michael, however, did see her seatbelt slice her neck, and did see her head go through the windscreen and felt her blood smeared across the dashboard as her body lay motionless on the hood of the car, bright red blood coming out of her bright red lips.
He also felt his own forehead slice open as the airbag jolted back his head, a sickening crack resonating around. Then came the shrapnel, flying at him, cutting parts of his face - the blood in his eyes making it hard to see. Finally however, everything turned to black, the faint wail of sirens sounding distant as his eyes closed.
Two weeks later and both of them awake in bright rooms with white sheets and beeping constantly sounding around them. When he wakes up, his hand immediately reaches for hers, trying to feel if she were next to him, of course he only felt the cold sheets pressed against his palm. She was lying on a sterile white table as doctors hands rapidly tried to replace lost blood and mend broken bone. Of course, there gets to be a point when, in any operation, the hope that swelled suddenly diminishes, and doctors look to each other with sour glances as they realise said patient is irreversibly damaged and beyond the point of saving. And so, with saddened eyes, the stopped all movements, her heart monitor slowing down until the last beep rang out, the sound hanging in the air for much longer then it should've.
Of course, he was completely unaware, thinking that she was just somewhere else in another room, perhaps thinking about him the way he was thinking about her. What a shame.
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Hello my unicorns!
So yeah that happened, I'm really very sorry it took so long and the fact that thEY ALWAYS DIE AND IM NOT SURE WHY IM SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON.
Now just an announcement, is you have asked for an imagine, I'm really sorry but I won't be writing any mainly because I can't keep track of everyone who's asked for one so I'm very sorry but yeah, I won't be doing it.
So this series is now officially over, so you guys can ask for preferences just not personal imagines okay?
Requests are now closed.
Love you guys so much and I'm thinking the next pref might be a blue neighbourhood one ;-)
Remember hugs not drugs
Peace out
-Sky xxx
