Cheyenne's POV
Jillian and I meet at the end of Shane's long driveway. I get in the passenger side of her Implala. My breath momentarily hitches when I slam the door shut, as gently as possible. Jillian grins wildly as I compliment her car.
"Where did you find such a beauty?" I ask awe struck, As I run my hands over the leather seat I settle on. I inspect the perfect interior, and she laughs a musical trill.
"Years ago, I was at a used car lot. My baby wasn't in the best condition back then, but I fixed her up. Runs smooth now!" She claims happily.
"Wish they still made cars like this," I sigh, melancholonly.
"I have come to a decision!" Jillian conludes. When I raise my eyebrow, puzzled, she elaborates. "You are getting this car, if I ever die or can no longer drive," Jillian finshes. "Shane loves it, too, but he doesn't understand cars in the sense that I think you do."
I don't know this woman very well, but I gain the overwhelming urge to hug her. Instead, I sit on my hands, lips pulled up at the corners in a way that must appear comical. We sit, giggling together, as she leads us down the dirt road, through the forests, into town.
After a few moments, Shane's aunt turns up the radio with, Metallica currently blaring. Her maniacal smile somehow manages to grow wider, as our ears absorb each beat of Enter Sandman. She starts to fake-sing with the group. I join in, after a few lines, luaghing all the while.
"Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land."
"You love to actually sing, don;t you, Cheyenne?" Jillian asks me, after our laughter has subsided enough to speak again.
"Yes! I love music, in general."
"Even if you were not a unicorn?" She presses.
"The unicorn makes no difference, whatsoever. What about you, Jillian?" I return.
"I basically taught Shane what music is, because of the b*tch that Lilith can be. I would die without music! You can call me Jill, by the way," Shane's aunt says gently, if not dramatically. We laugh again, at her goofing around and melodramatic explanation.
I know what she means though. Music is life to me. And laughing? It feels good to laugh- really laugh, again. Freely, carelessly, light heartedly. For once in my life, I think that everything will REALLY be ok.
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The Sound of Their Presence
Teen FictionCheyenne is a normal girl. Aside from her little family secret that involves turning into a unicorn under certain circumstances. Shane is a normal boy. Aside from the fact that he is a unicorn hunter. When the two of them meet, duty could get in the...
