1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Late night car rides.

It was late. The boys were deep in sleep and Margo was watching them. For once, I actually didn't mind William going on these business trips, it allowed me to spend more time with David without me having to worry Will would catch me with David. I dressed casually and warm as David continued to stress, with my bright blue jeans and my denim jacket, I was definitely not in my work clothes - more like my teenage clothes.

I walk outside to see him leaning against his car, a cigarette hung from his mouth, and he smirks, still clutching onto the fag with his teeth. "Don't you look gorgeous, Blue Jean." He winks.

"Oh, another nickname, huh?" I say cooly hopping into his car.

"Don't you like it?" He asks sadly as he gets in on his side.

"No... I love it." I grin, and he mirrors my facial expression.

"And those shoes..." He looks at my red converse. "Put on you red shoes and dance the blues!" He belts out his in dreamy singing voice.

We laugh together, David put his belt on, and I follow his action then meet his gaze again. "You ready, Blue Jean?" He asks and I nod. His rustic car was an open top roof and the black paint matched the dark night. It was a beautiful car, driven by a beautiful man.

David starts the engine and it softly purrs, then we began driving out of  Brixton and out onto the open roads.

My superstar rested his arm on the side of the car with a cigarette tangled within the grasp of his fingertips, his other hand tightly holding the open top car steering wheel - he had full control of it.

Every road was quiet, the yellow lights above flickered past us and were the spotlights in the dark night, I look next to me and see David smirking.

"What's that smirk for?" I widely smile to him as I ask.

"Nothing," He continues to smirk whilst watching the road. "just, I never thought I'd ever see you again. Let alone see you happy with me again."

I feel my heart melt, just like when I met him for the first time.

"So, where are we going at such a late time of night?" I ask curiously.

"Where ever your dream took you." He purrs sending vibes through my body.

I look down to see his stereo, I turn it on and one of my favourite songs comes on.

"Modern Love." He mutters and for a long moment let's the quiet beat bounce. "Let's make that dream of yours come true, Little Rebel." David turns his stereo up as loud as it can go.

The car booms out his glorious voice, and the perfect tune, it felt like we were the only people in this world! David speeds up, the car roars excitedly against the famous track that was released in 1983 and it makes my hair flow wildly in the wind; my smile grows even wider then before, and together, me and David sing Modern Love. Once the saxophone starts it's solo, I throw my hands up in the air and let the wind make my fingers go numb; David was allowing my dream to come true! This was real! I stand up and lean over the wind screen and scream the lyrics, one arm still in the air, the other clutching onto the top of the car, the rest of my body moving in time to the beat. David laughs, a laugh so happy I could feel my heart burst open with pride. Every worry, every problem vanished, just like how it was in my dream. This was better then my dream!

I couldn't have felt more alive, more free. I felt young. David had made me feel the youth of life again, that feeling I thought I'd never feel again after having Ziggy. I felt 18 again, going back to the time when everything was perfect when I was with David. He had brought back the purpose of life, we were creating a memory... Together!