Summertrain.

Chapter 3: Arkansas

summertrain chapter 3

The night sky had never looked this beautiful, peppered with shining stars all around.

Davyn and I were both leaning against a concrete wall down the side of an abandoned building we somehow stumbled upon. It had been an unanimous decision that we stayed outside and not in the building, because- well, who knows what was in there.

Looking at the same sky, I felt a sudden wave of peace wash over me. It's those moments of serenity where you just want to smile at how perfect the moment is. And he was beside me, which made it better, even though I still didn't know what I felt for him. It was just... undefinable so far. Wondering if he felt the same way would just be getting my hopes up too high. I didn't know I liked him for sure, anyway.

"The sky's really beautiful tonight, huh," he commented. Suddenly awoken from my train of thoughts, I casually agreed. The butterfly feeling one usually gets when they like someone constantly took over me, but I didn't know why. It was just... Argh. I hated being unsure of my own feelings.

"I miss the days when my dad and I would get to go stargazing up in the observatory," he sighed. There he went again with his dad. It was probably a good time to ask him about it now. "What happened to your dad?" I asked quietly, for fear the answer may be the solemn topic of death.

His face tensed up. "He became like all those selfless, mindless office creatures you see in society everywhere." Okay, at least it's not death. I lost my dad, I didn't want him to lose his too. The feeling was terrible and nobody actually ever deserved that.

"Maybe he's only trying to work hard enough to raise your family," I tried suggesting, hoping to comfort him, mentally hating myself for sucking at comforting people. Davyn sniggered. "Nah. I'd rather he be dead."

That insensitive comment sent sudden anger surging over me. "You'd rather your dad be dead?" I exclaimed, my voice escalating a few notches higher. "You won't like it when he really does, okay? Mine's been dead for a year now and I am definitely NOT liking it. Why can't you just appreciate what you have and treasure something precious before it's actually gone? You can't get it back once it's gone, I swear. You may not see it now but you. Do. Care. I've been through this before and I should know better, right? He's your own DAD and you're cursing him to die?"

What the heck? I was seriously starting to get pissed off now. Why couldn't he just count his blessings that he actually HAD a dad and not take things for granted?

When silence returned, I turned away from him. I could tell he was speechless at my long rant. My eyes were filling up with tears and I didn't want to let him see me cry. Gosh, this was embarrassing. Talking about it just made my eyes well up with tears. Mixed with anger, it probably wasn't going to be a good outcome. How could he be so shallow? It's like I hate him for this right now yet I still totally love him at the same time. Actually, not love him but yeah you get it. Sometimes it's just... Ugh.

Almost instantly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my ear as he came closer. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't know. I'm really really sorry, Rochelle." He said it so softly that my heart instantly wanted to forgive him. I just couldn't help it. Those pair of eyes just made you want to do his every command. You'd forget everything he'd ever done with those eyes of an angel. No matter how much I told myself not to waver, it would never work.

But then I did forgive him, and my previous anger disappeared within a matter of seconds. You're so weak, Rochelle.

He made me just want to crumble into bits right there and then. So much for trying to be strong.

"It's okay, I didn't tell you anyway." By now, my tears had been rapidly blinked back, so it was okay to turn back around. Davyn's face was full of guilt and concern. I sighed and leaned back against the cold concrete wall, and felt him do the same, our shoulders touching. It's crazy how three days could do this. The weird, unexpected twist of fate of a journey.

"Are you tired?" he asked after a while. I shook my head no. It was impossible to feel tired when there was a whole sky littered with bright stars above you in the midnight blue sky.

"What if we each had a star made after us?" I asked, still gazing at the sky.

"I guess that would be you, then." He pointed to a star in the corner, noticeably brighter than all the other stars in the sky. "Cause you shine brighter than everyone else, including me."

I looked at him then. So did he. Our eyes interlocked as our gaze fixated on one another. I could basically feel the moment closing in on me like four walls. Closer, closer... until we were kissing. It felt the most right I've ever felt in years. His lips on my own were just pure bliss. The wind blew ever so slightly, completing the effect of perfection. Now this, this was how it really felt like to be kissed.

We pulled apart after a while and he smiled again and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to my surprise. At first, I tensed up but slowly relaxed. He just had this effect on me, I don't know.

"Lay down on my shoulder while you sleep." He said. I silently smiled and did as told, snuggling into the gap between his shoulder and neck. Closing my eyes, I thought that it was the best night in ages.

A/N: oops so short lol ok I suck at writing kissing scenes forgive me. til next time x