Can't Afford To Lose Another Second With You (Scömìche)

Stars

That night, Mitch convinced me to drive out into an empty field to have a late night picnic.

Mitch held the keys to his Mustang out in front of me, winking.

"I know you've always secretly wanted to drive it. I know you, baby."

I grinned like a little kid on Christmas and was just about to grab them when Mitch pulled them away behind his back, smirking.

"Uh-uh," he said and I raised my eyebrows. "I want a kiss."

I couldn't help but smile. He was so cute, he would be the death of me, I was sure of that.

I leaned in to peck his lips when he deepened the kiss, wrapping his hands around my body, pressing me closer.

"Aren't you scared they're gonna catch us?" I asked, blushing. We were standing right in front of Mitch's house as we'd stopped here to pack some food and grab a blanket. Mitch's parents were home, but they hadn't payed attention to us rummaging in the kitchen cupboards. Just a quick Hi, honey to Mitch without taking their eyes off of the TV. Still, I didn't want to underestimate them, knowing what kind of hell they'd already put Mitch through. The boy shook his head, though, making me relax a bit.

"What are they gonna do about us? They can't break us, baby." He smiled and held out the keys for me to grab but pulled away again, chuckling and puckered his lips, his eyes closed. What a dork. An adorable one.

I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his perfect lips and we both giggled when he finally handed me the keys. I got to the driver's side, putting the key into the ignition, just staring at the steering wheel, running my fingers over the rough, worn out leather. Mitch chuckled, impatiently motioning for me to start the engine, so I did.

We drove through the empty streets illuminated by the lanterns in silence until Mitch opened the glove compartment, looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, curiously eyeing him from the side.

Mitch shrugged. "I though I'd left some mixtapes in here."

"Mixtapes?" I chuckled. "I feel like I'm in an eighties movie."

The boy laughed. "Got an old car, need to find a way to listen to music."

I frowned. "I thought you didn't listen to music?"

He sighed, taking his phone out of his bag and pressing the screen until Perfect by Ed Sheeran came on.

"Yeah, I usually don't," he admitted, sounding thoughtful. "But I like it sometimes. When I feel up to it." He shrugged again, getting comfortable in the leather seat.

We drove the rest of the way just listening to the soft music. The silence wasn't awkward at all, I felt comfortable and happy. This could be my life, my future. I thought about us, in our mid-thirties, married, driving down the roads in his old Mustang, maybe a child on the backseat? I sighed. We were eighteen, too young to think about anything like that. Doesn't mean I didn't let my mind wander sometimes.

Mitch pulled me out of my daydream when he announced we were almost there.

"Look, right behind that sign- there's a small road on the right." He pointed to the road that appeared the closer I came to the street sign. I slowed down, taking a turn into the small alley.

"At the end of the road, there should be a glade."

I nodded, driving down the dark street until I saw an empty space. I smiled, knowing this was what Mitch meant.

"How did you find this place?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Mitch sighed. "Too many sleepless nights. I needed to find a place to think. I particularily liked the stars here." He smiled a soft smile at me, making me blush slightly. I don't know what it was about that boy. He could make me blush with just a single smile, a single touch and I was a puddle, one kiss and I was as alive as I'd never been before.