Its my turn driving and I'm not as tired as everyone else. I turn on my playlist, the best out of our six, and start singing along. Mason is in the passenger seat. Looking at me. It's nice. He says I have a beautiful voice. I want to say you have a beautiful face and a beautiful smile and a beautiful voice and a beautiful personality. But I just smile, laugh, and say thank you. He laughs back and puts his hand in the middle console. I want to grab it and feel his pulsing hand. But Emmaline and Charlie and Maddyline are all awake in the back. And I'm driving. I say "have you talked to Kayla lately?" he says no and I am more overjoyed than you can ever imagine. My Mason Wittiker hasn't talked to Kayla lately. His ex-girlfriend lately. My ex-bestfriend lately. The start of all our old conversations lately. Another thing I love is that he keeps me wanting more every time that we speak. When he walked me to the buses we would still be talking when he got on his and I was walking away. When I talked to him I couldn't help but smile even when we were talking about something serious. Or super serious. My hands are cold on the freezing steering wheel, which makes it harder not to hold his hand. I don't. I leave it alone and say, "oh"
"Yeah it's alright though I hope that in two years I moved on. I mean I have moved on."
Those words make me so happy. I laugh and say, "that's great" we start talking about cows and the endless conversation starts there.
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This Town Of Ours
Novela JuvenilSix people. A spur-of-the-moment trip. An old friend. Coffee shops. Decorative pillows. New york. Three relationships. Two nights. One death. Six people.
