Randomness, eh?

Randomness I

"Didn't like that much?" she asked, having a seat atop the car.

He grinned at the sunset, "Wasn't ideal."

She looked down, resting her head on her hands. A gust of wind moved her hair over her eyes.

"How often do you get to see sunsets?" She asked him, scooting an inch closer.

"From where I'm from? You wouldn't call them sunsets."

She chuckled at that, "Where will you go?"

"I'll find some place where they can read," said he, running his hands through his hair, "Until then I'll just drive."

She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, staring at the ground.

"What's in it for you? Leaving I mean."

"Being out of this place," he said. A bitter tone had overcome his voice.

"There's no money in it," she said, scooting a foot from him, "No happiness for anyone but you."

"For once in my life I'd like to do something purely for my own happiness," he said, wringing his hands together.

"That's messed up," she said, energy and a spark of anger had been attracted to her voice, "Should the whole damn town break the rules for you? Do you want to be allowed to be selfish?"

"This town doesn't care about me," he said, shaking his head, "This town wants extra corn, not more books."

"Maybe so, but I and Thomas and the rest want you here."

"I just can't stay," he said.

Her frame seemed to tighten - her knees coming together and her shoulders raising. Her calm expression turned hurt, and her hands trembled - her eyes watering. He could sense it, but he tore himself from those feelings.

She left the car and he left the town.