.......... hey it's me. y'all remember that time nine years ago when I updated?
i'm so disgusting, i'm literally so sorry.
if you're still mad at me, then don't comment but if u aren't then comment because i like comments but i also don't deserve comments because it's been so long so yeah bye i love you.
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Driving in the rain gave me tranquility, but also moments of panic.
I loved the sound of the rain hitting the top of the car, the visual appeal of drops of rain falling down the window.
But I also hated the split second moments where the tires were going a tad too fast. Where I saw another car jerking just slightly and I hoped that they were going to make it home safely.
We were running away.
We made a spontaneous decision at three a.m when we were drinking hot chocolate in the guest room where the T.V was.
He threw the idea at me with such confidence and I laughed at it. It sounded like we were teenagers again; trying to escape the "unfair" rules that our parents gave us. But we were adults and we could do whatever we wanted for the most part.
We weren't running away from home, but we were running away from our lives. We wanted one week where we didn't have jobs, responsibility, friends to talk to or a bedroom to clean.
So we got into the car with pounding headaches and intense heart beats, and decided to drive. We weren't sure where we were going, but we knew we'd love it.
It started raining about an hour into the drive, I barely notice because we were too busy screaming 80's pop at the top of our lungs until our throats burned from laughing so hard.
"Looks like a storm is coming." He informed my unaware self. I hummed as I looked out the window and up to the sky, where gray clouds were joining together to create a dark sky.
"Guess so. When are we stopping?" I asked as I turned to face up, resting my chin on my hand as I examined his face with a smile.
"Whenever we want to. Look up if there are any hotels near us." I nodded my head as I grabbed his phone and went straight to the search bar.
There was one hotel a few miles from our current location, so I decided to call and see if they had any rooms available for a night.
"This is Westword hotel, I'm Cindy, how may I help you?"
Scott starting laughing quietly at her thick Brooklyn accent, I hit his arm to stop him so I wouldn't sound like an idiot.
"Hi Cindy, do y'all have a room with a queen sized bed for a night?"
Scott also laughed at my voice since it gets a lot higher when I'm talking to an employee.
I shushed him and gave him an annoyed glare.
"Yes sir, we do. We can have a room for you by eight a'clock, is that okay sir?"
"Yeah, that's perfect. Thank you." Cindy hummed back, and I hung up the phone.
Scott cracked up laughing again as I turned his phone off.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You didn't give her your name." I groaned and hit myself lightly on the head.
"I hate myself!" I whined. Scott shook his head slightly and rolled his eyes at me. "We'll be there in a few minutes anyways. But we have an hour to kill before we can get the keys, what do you want to do?"
