One Shots

Taxi

Small-Town, USA. Most of them have their urban legends. Tonight, he was desperate enough to believe in one. "Come on man. It doesn't hurt to try." Jasper laughed from where he lay upside down on the couch and Bellamy smiled absentmindedly. "He hasn't been in a car in years. Let him figure this one out, Blake." He didn't know where he needed to be, but he knew where he wanted to be. In the past three years all he wanted was his best friend. The girl of his dreams. "He's just upset over Raven. He'll get over it." Octavia slapped her brother before looking over at (Y/N) apologetically. "You know he doesn't mean it. He's just drunk." He wanted to say, He's always just drunk, but stuck to shrugging and swirling around his soda, watching it move in a whirlpool shape. All of his friends were laughing, drinking, smoking. It's been three years, they said. It wasn't your fault, always followed by, she misses you too. She never came though. Never. Not since the accident and not since the last day he had seen her. Every day he's blamed that drunk driver for taking her away from him, but he's never once reached out or called. He asks Clarke about her still. She always rolls her eyes, but Lexa always stares at her. The way only Lexa could. She tells him then, always the same, "She's great. Doing great at school, like always. Missing you, like always. Why don't you ask her how she is?" And Lexa always smiles and looks at him in a way that asks him why, but apologizes all the same. "(Y/N)? Where'd you go?"

"I don't know. I might go try that taxi." Murphy cocked an eyebrow at him. "You drunk, bro?"

"I never drink." He smiled half-heartedly before heading towards the door. "Bad things happen when people drink, Johnathan." He walked to the corner of main and 5th. He found the bench and flopped down, watching the fog of his breath against the sky. He didn't hesitate to pull out his cigarettes and and old lighter out of his jeans pocket. He stuck one in his mouth and lit it before watching the snow fall. He closed his eyes and as he laid his head back he heard her voice in his head, I'm gonna make sure they write Dumbass on your tombstone for smoking those things. She had smiled then before tossing him the lighter that has spent every day in his pocket. Two initials were engraved on the front, R.R. As he started to shiver, he stood and started to walk away. Headlights shone on his back before a honk caused him to turn around. He stared, a blue taxi cab. A dark figure in the front. The window rolled down before he got too hopeful, the figure wasn't a shadow man. He was just your typical cabbie. Late thirties with a ball cap on and a smile. "Hey, kid. You want a ride? My shift is over, but you look cold." He shrugged, maybe his dad would finally fuck off if he stepped into a car again. His coat was forgotten at the Blake house anyways, a thin hoodie the only thing keeping him warm. "Why not?"

"Put out the cigarette first. Those things will kill you, yanno?" (Y/N) was unable to hold back the teary smile as he slid into the backseat, "So I've heard."

"Where to?" That question wasn't a simple one for (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He pushed away his friends, his family, everything after the accident. Three years and he rarely ever went home before 2 A.M. "It's only 11. Do you have anywhere to be?" The man chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road, "Not particularly. You thought I was the shadow man, didn't you?"

"What's your name, guy?" A smile, one that screamed save me from the memories, was offered in the darkness. "Adam. So, you obviously don't know where you wanna go. What's bothering you so much kid?"

"You got time?" He stuck out the mostly empty carton of cigarettes out as an offer. Adam took one before lighting it. "Whose initials?" (Y/N) couldn't help but smile.

Reyes and (Y/L/N). (Y/L/N) and Reyes. The two men had been best friends for decades, ever since they were on the same little league team. They had always joked their kids would be best friends, but they never pictured this. (Y/N) and Raven were swinging together, holding hands and smiling together. An activity that would continue through the years of sports, debate, heartbreak, love, loss, smiles, and all the sleepovers. They were best friends, inseparable. They didn't expect what happened, although they should have. Raven spent forever showing him all the romantic comedies, making fun of them as she cuddled closer into his side. Fiery jealousy every time he had a new girlfriend. He remembered beating Finn to a pulp after what happened with Clarke. And at 16 he held her in his arms just like he had every other night. "Hey, Rae?" She smiled up at him, sleep still in her eyes. "Yeah?" He laid his head back against the pillow and stared at the constellations they had painted on her ceiling together. "I think I love you." She sat straight up with laughter, almost crying from how funny she thought it was. He didn't understand why it was funny. "What?" She wiped a stray tear from her eye after a while, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. "I think I love you too, you epic dork." He smiled, a very him smile. And she smiled a very her smile. "What was so funny?" She pulled him up so he was standing and they sort of swayed together, just like they had at their first school formal. "I don't know. You sounded so.. Confused. I've never heard you sound like that. Hey, (Y/N/N)?" She smiled, and it was more mischievous. He could read her like an open book, the sincerity was pouring out of her eyes. "I love you." He smiled, and now they were both crying, but no longer from awkward laughter. "I love you too, Reyes. Mind if I take you out some night?" She started to laugh again, quieter, as she leaned closer to him. "Babe," His heart stopped as her lips moved closer to his, "You can take me out whenever you'd like." They kissed. They made up for all the lost time, all the lost minutes, all the lost almosts. And they lived. They really lived. Nothing changed, but they were so much more alive. There were more kisses and soft touches and first times and dates and happy ever afters stories. Things that made them laugh at how stupid they thought those romantic comedies were. Kissing ice cream off of each other's lips and holding hands, running through the rain. They made a list of all the cheesy things they could possibly do. And at 18, they felt on top of the world. Two whole years of Raven and (Y/N), of kisses and cuddling, of smiles and happy. He took her out, just like he promised he would, to the new aquarium. And he remembers still the happiness on her face in the reflections of the tank. The smile she had the whole way to the car. They way he placed his hand so lightly on her thigh. It sounds cliche, but it all happened so fast. They were singing to their song on the radio. She was dancing with her hair down and god, she was the only drug he ever needed. The light turned green and he kept, but her side window smashed open. Everything was in slow motion. He was cut up, broken arm, but she was out. Bleeding. Drunk driver. That's what they said when he woke up in a chair next to her bed. He wouldn't leave. Couldn't. He couldn't face her again either. He walked out of the room before making his way to the gift shop. Flowers. The kind she liked in a vase. Her favorite candy. As if candy would ever make up for this. He took a pen and scribbled a note on the card, I'm sorry, but I think I love you. She stirred in her sleep when he walked back in. He couldn't risk it, he wouldn't. He set the flowers down gently and looked at her for the last time. Leaning over her bed he placed a last kiss to her lips and another to her forehead, careful not to let his tears drip down onto her perfect, perfect face. He turned to leave, letting himself look once more over his shoulder. And then she was gone.