Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Over the sea.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All that love me!
— Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton
bade
Lars and I split up a long time ago. He'd said he was going to go and see if he could score some MJ from this one dude named Cyan Denver. He told me that I could come over to his house later, "around 5 or 6 maybe".
I thought that I'd have nothing better to do without Lars. But not only was it surprising that she came with me, but it was also surprising that I found it a relief when she'd agreed to come with me. We didn't say anything.
Silence settled between us.
Besides, there weren't much cars in the streets due to the black out (well technically, it wasn't a black out yet, we were still in broad daylight). There were a lot of walkers though.
As I drove down the road, moving to the left a moment before passing a boy and girl who looked to be in our grade, I then attempted small conversation with her. "So, how was the last day of school for you?"
She looked at me with an unimpressed face expression; her lips pressed tightly together and both her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She shrugged. "I don't know. With the power turning off, it was cut off pretty short. Don't ya think?" She then went back to staring out the window, with her arms crossed.
I wondered what was up with her negative and distant attitude. Bravely, I continued my attempt of having a small conversation with her.
"So, where do you live?"
"I told you I didn't want to go home."
"Yeah, I know. I was just curious."
She looked apologetic. "Okay. I'm sorry. I live in one of the houses past Gallagher Street."
"Oh, okay." I focused on the road.
Not that I was thinking that offering to take her home had been a bad idea, but this wasn't working as much as I initially hoped it would. She didn't look one bit impressed that I was taking her... Where was I taking her? If she didn't wanna go home, then where the hell was I taking her?
I didn't know what it was. But there was this voice inside my head that kept repeating "Take her somewhere... Treat it like a date." I chuckled abruptly, causing the person in the passenger's seat to jump in surprise, which almost made me run my car into a nearby mailbox.
Quickly, I pulled the car to the side of road and killed the ignition.
We sat in silence for a moment.
Note: that it wasn't too awkward, though suspense hung in the air, waiting for one of us to come out and say something.
Anything.
She disrupted it.
"What were you laughing at?" she asked, her voice sounding small. She wasn't staring at me, and she didn't seem weirded-out by what I did, that had caused her to jump. But the next thing she did, clearly showed to me what she was thinking.
She then began to laugh.
Her laugh... It was amazing to hear.
She was staring at me now, her hand over her mouth. "You... Looked... So... Stupid... Yo--" her head was down on her lap now. She was laughing hard. Really hard. To the point where I could see her shoulders shaking.
I sat and waited for her to get through with her laughing; my elbow on the window sill. I had to admit though, I'd looked like a maniac laughing with a laugh that could rival the joker's, then driving like a maniac for a second there, before almost wrecking into a mailbox.
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Short Story[COMPLETED] Solaris Monroe loved the moon. Bade Sommers loved to run, track. At school they were people who never seemed to cross paths. She knew who he was, and in some weird way, he knew who she was. But they both didn't know that. On the last day...
