"Yah you made fun of me, asshole." I laughed, leaning my head back against the window. The moon came into full view as my eyes flickered over the sky.
"You were so nervous."
"I have anxiety!" I exclaimed, glaring at him, "You know that!"
He chuckled, "Still..."
Rolling my eyes, we fell into a comfortable silence as I watched the sky above us twinkle. It was a quiet night; perfect for night hiking, which is what I usually did when I felt like having a panic attack.
I understood how the concept contradicted the method. If I was having a complete anxiety meltdown, why would I drive 30 minutes out of town to the middle of nowhere at 4 A.M to hike a mountain in the dark?
It was the sunrise.
Watching the sun peak above the mountains and glisten throughout the trees made ever problem seem so small. It was a reminder that the world was full of so much more. It was glorious.
"So, what are you doing next week?" I asked softly, break the silence and glancing at Taylor.
He hesitated before shrugging, "I don't know."
"You don't know!" I exclaimed, sitting up right, "But... this is so important! I don't understand?"
"I don't know a lot of things."
I eyed him and shook my head before scowling and jutting my head towards his water, "Finish drinking that." I knew better than to push a topic with Taylor. Even if this was a huge decision... if he didn't want to talk about it, I'd wait.
"Yes, mom."
I laughed despite myself, "Whatever, kid."
He took the last swig of his water bottle and tossed it in the backseat, "You remember the first time we went out together."
"You mean the time you became the sole reason I refuse to go bowling, ever again?"
"Oh, come on!"
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But First, Coffee
Short StorySavannah didn't expect to fall in love with her cute coffee barista. And she didn't expect it to be such a rollarcoster.
