A perfect Getaway

Chapter 8

Kai's POV

I look at summer and have this sudden urge to kiss her. Her lips look so plump and pink, tempting me. My eyes are moving up and down looking at her eyes, then her lips. But fight it and do something else. I use the front pad of my thumb and wipe off the excess milkshake of the side of her lips. "There." I warmly smile at her, not showing my regret on the inside. "Yeah, thanks." She returns the gesture, smiling. I start up the car and turn on the radio. Still Into You by Paramore came on. I knew that this was summer's favorite song. She threw her arms up and flailed them around. She screamed along to the lyrics. "I SHOULD BE OVER ALL THE BUTTERFLIES IM INTO YOU!" She screams, pointing at me. I've always admired this about her. She was always so carefree about everything, and she never cared about what people thought of her. She was always herself, no matter what people said.

She looked over at me and playfully winked while she danced to the stereo. I felt butterflies at that moment. I think I had a crush on her. Wait...what? I was never that kind of person to be all lovey dovey, going around with crushes and loving everyone I see. But I never felt like this around a girl before. Sure, there were a lot of pretty girls in my school, none like summer though. There was always something that attracted me towards her. That made me always want to be by her side. But she obviously doesn't feel the same way. Should I mention this to her? No that'll just be stupid. We ran away to get rid of all of our problems, and by telling her I had a thing for her was just creating a bigger problem, so I decided to keep it to myself. Unless I could make her like me, then there's no point in telling her.

I look at the clock on top of the radio and read "10:51" to myself. I look outside and it's starting to get dark. I pull into an empty parking space, in front of a rundown shop. "We should take a rest. If we want to reach our destination, we getting leave early." She nods in agreement and reclines the chair until it's the flattest is could go. She hummed along to A Thousand Years by Christina Perri and soon falls asleep. I pull out my notepad and pencil. As I'm thinking of what to draw I look over at Summer.

She looks so beautiful, the low light from the moon shining on her. I then decide to draw her, even though nothing I could do would even be close to how perfect she really is.

As I draw the last strand of her hair on the thin paper, I look over it and at Summer. I smile in approval, it actually really looks like her. It has so much detail, it looks like the real thing. It's now 1:19 and I see Summer move slightly, indicating that she might wake up. I quickly randomly throw my notepad, not caring where it lands. I couldn't let Summer see that. Is she does than she'll know that I have a crush on her, and that's the number one thing I don't want to happen.