midnight |c.c imagines

easily

the wind seemed colder than yesterday. it made my face hurt. getting numb every second i drove towards her house. my knuckles turning a dusty white with the pressure i was putting on the steering wheel.

pulling up into the dark driveway. my headlights didn't want to work anymore. i would be seen. and it felt like it knew.

im outside i texted.

she hopped into the car without saying a word. i wasn't mad at her but i wasn't in the best of moods. that didn't stop me from leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

i licked my lips and started to rummage through the glove department. i smiled as i found what i was looking for.

i had figured out how to convert songs into cassette tapes. popping it into the slot i started up the car. the feeling of the old staticky vibe filled my ears as i smiled.

(don't you tell me it wasn't meant to be
call it quits,
call it destiny, jut because it won't come easily,

doesn't mean we shouldn't try.)

the silent hums fell from my mouth. i wanted to glance at camila for her reaction but i got scared.

driving into a small space i parked the car, inclined my seat and rolled the top down. starting at the starry night sky i began to speak over the static jazz playing on my old speakers.

"you wanna know something? i always think about how i think i was born in the wrong generation sometimes." i chuckled softly.

"oh really. and why's that?" she asked, in somewhat a hurt tone.

"let me re word that. i think we were born in the wrong generation. because no matter what generation i was born in i would want to meet you all over again."

her soft giggles mixed in with the old vibes of the tape. that made my ears flicker with joy.

"you're not making any sense y/l/n." she snickered. a small laugh escaped my lips as i shifted my weight towards her, resting my head on my hand.

"i guess it was the weed talking there." i shrugged. she gave me an amused look and relaxed her shoulders a bit.

then she frowned.

"listen y/n im sorr-"

i cut her off.

"im all for listening to you camila. i could listen to your voice for years. decades. generations. but just breath. because I've come to appreciate that i could even share the same air as you. and im not saying because your a talented artist and all. it's because i've hadn't ever considered falling in love in my lifetime. but i did. and if i could have been born in any generation but i believe that in one of those many generations that i would have still met you in some way. and this won't be easy. but this doesn't mean, we should try."

she wasn't crying. she just smiled at me. her big brown eyes sparkling. she caressed my cheek and leaned back into her seat.

"you should teach me how to put havana on a cassette tape, doll." she teased. shrugging i inter winded our fingers loosely.

"it's worth a try love."

a/n; thoughts on this? it's based on a door as song by bruno major. god i love old jazz vibes.

i swear im not trying to be a tumblr wannabe :))))