Infinity

Chapter two

I looked out over all the little lights. Over the city of lights. They sparkled against the darkness, tonight there was no moonlit sky and no stars. Anywhere else the night would be gloomy, but not here. Sitting against the car, I almost couldn't feel the cold metal against my skin. And I almost didn't realise the rain. It was light at first, and as I looked up it glinted off my eyelashes at it started to come down.
And Charlie walked up to me from where he'd been standing and he handed me his jacket. It was warm, I didn't realise how cold the night was until then. I looked up at him in a way a stranger looks at a stranger.
In the light from the headlights his features looked soft. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark. And now he didn't feel like a stranger anymore. I felt like I knew him.
The rain turned to storm and we retreated to his car, laughing and holding ourselves to fight off the cold as we slammed the doors of his car. The lights were off and all we could see was the view. I looked at Charlie, he didn't seem like the person he had been before.
He must have read my mind. "As strangers. Not friends..." He winks. "Maybe we would feel closer to acquaintances, at least, if we knew more about eachother."
That was the first thing either of us had said in a while. The noise seemed to scare the silence away.
"Ok. What do you have in mind?"
"Other than a mean game of spin the bottle, you mean?"
I scowl at him but can't help letting a laugh slide through my lips.
"How about a list?" He continues, a bit more serious and less disgusting.
"What type of list? A bucket list?" He has a devilish hint in his eyes.
"A list of secrets", there's that smile. The smile that opens wider on one side of his face, and wrinkles his cheek. He looks mischievous.
"I have a variation..."
I explained to him the list I had in mind. A list of things to tell people. Secrets, yes. Just not so open. We would write who we wanted to tell, and what about.
He agreed and I spent a few minutes fishing through my bag trying to find a pen. After a while I discovered my bag had no pens, yet my jacket pocket had two.
Charlie and I spent half a night in the car under the light of his headlights, writing secrets...