Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Nine; Stuck in a Orbit

It was nearing dark, the sun just falling behind the horizon. We were still on Noah's motorcycle driving towards home when He all of a sudden took a sharp turn down a bumpy road. I instantly started to question where we were going as we swerved around millions of potholes.   It looked like no body had drove on this road in ages. The sun had completely set by now and the crickets had came out for their late chirping. The moon was really bright, and I started to grow really cold as we flew down the old, never-ending road.

I wasn't a girl for horror movies, but that didn't mean I didn't watch them. In Fact, I did. Let's just say that every time I got scared and at this moment in time I seriously felt like an actress in a horror movie. I felt myself grabbing Noah's chest tighter so I could be closer to his warm body heat and his safe build.

I guess I'll just admit it - I'm afraid of the dark. I don't know what started my phobia - It may have been the millions of horror movies I watched when I was younger. Or maybe I'm just afraid of the unknown.  That didn't matter, I was afraid of the dark.

I started to shake, and it wasn't necessarily the cold this time. Just the thought of my fear made me shake heavily, and I could suddenly see dark figures out of the corner of my eyes. I could feel every indent in Noah's chest and I instantly felt safer, just the smell of his hair calmed down my racing heart. The pitch black seemed to surround us as we raced down the road, faster than I ever gone before. It felt nice to have the night breeze race past me. Before I knew it we halted to a complete stop in front of a big gigantic lake, That's when I realized I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going at all.

A small picnic table was on the shore along with a small fire pit that looked like it hadn't been used in forever. The trees swayed to the night breeze as Noah helped me off the motorcycle into the soft, mushy grass. He reached into a little box on the side and pulled out a sweatshirt to hand it to me. It smelled like him. I smiled as I put it over my head while whispering a soft thanks.

The moons glow aluminized the lake beautifully, Noah looked especially gorgeous in the moonlight as he sat down at the old, worn down picnic table. I quickly followed, I didn't want to be alone. As I sat on the other side to look at him I noticed how his jaw was tense and his hands were folded together like he was greatly thinking about something. I watched his eyebrows twitch and move, every single movement he did made my hairs stand on ends.

"I'm sorry about the bad restaurant choice tonight." Noah said calmly as he looked at his folded hands. I looked at his face, his lips were coiled down in a slight frown and his eyes glanced towards me every few seconds.

                 "Oh, no I had a lot of fun. Don't say sorry." I pleaded while glancing into his eyes. I smiled a large smile in his direction.

                 "I just wish that kid would learn some respect" He said. His jaw tightened again and he squeezed his knuckles so hard it looked like they were turning white. 

                     "Yeah" I said just because I didn't know what else to say. I glanced behind me again at the dark forest, and in front of me lay the giant lake. My legs started to shake heavily again along with my arms and fingers. "What is this place?" I asked, finally letting my curiosity spill over. Noah glanced at me  sideways, his hotness overwhelmed me.

                    "It's my favorite place. The road is vacant so nobody drives down here - not to mention it's one hell of a fishing spot" He said slowly. He smiled, and his teeth looked whiter than the moon.

          "Do you fish a lot?" I asked him. He shook his head.

       "Depends" he said calmly.