not everything is rainbows.

2 // Drive.

I loved to drive. I loved the people I was was passing and wondering why there was traffic. I live in Oklahoma and I'm driving to Arizona. It'll take about 15 hours.. not long.
But I start to get tired, so I pull of to a hotel eight hours from when I start driving. I'm in New Mexico.. tomorrow I'll be in Arizona. I'm in a four star hotel. It's pretty decent, I'll only stay for a night, which is 200 dollars. I pay upfront and claim to be checked out by noon tomorrow, so they knock off fifty dollars, that's fourteen hours of shelter. I gratefully accept the offer and then grab my keys and luggage carrier. When I go back in from grabbing my suit cases, I head straight to my room. I get in the elevator and when I do, I notice an extremely attractive boy.
He is leaning against the rail and he looks upset. He says "I don't know you, but we've both had rough days. Would you mind meeting me by the pool in an hour?" I am taken aback. Did this stranger just ask me to meet him?
I look at him closer. He's been crying and his face was bruised. I finally reply "I guess..." He cracks a small grin as the elevator stops. I push my luggage out and look back. His smile is gone and he just looks sad again. I push my stuff to my room and lock the door behind me.
I think about him as I'm hanging my clothes. He was taller than me, and he had very dark curly hair that was styled into long, shaggy bangs that hung down that contrasted his pale skin and defined cheekbones. His eyes stood out, a pale blue but under his eyes was dark, like he hadn't slept. The red-ish blue bruise was on his jaw and up to his eye. He smelled like a brisk forest and a bit of rum. He was very thin, but he had small muscles on his arm and strong legs, but not creepily big. Just enough. Just perfect.
Then I thought of myself. My brown, long hair and thin, puny body. I had dimples and freckles. I was fairly short, 5'2. He was a foot taller than me, at least. My hazel eyes had sparks of yellow in them. I'm not attractive, but not ugly. He was the most beautiful guy ever. I showered, rinsing off the past life of mine and thinking of my new one. I got out of the shower and changed into dark, ripped jeans and a grey shirt. I had a pale yellow bathing suit underneath. I walked down after putting on some makeup. I was a few minutes late, but he was there.
He sat in shorts and a loose, cutoff Metallica tank top. He smiled at me and said "How fearless of you to come."
I shrugged and said "You didn't give me a reason not to." He let out a small chuckle and pointed to the seat across the table he was at. The pool was outside, and their lights were all, so we sat at the table closets to the pool. I sat and folded my legs onto my chair, sitting on my feet, staring into the water. The reflection of the waves danced across his face.
"What's your story?" He asked. I shrugged. He shook his head and said, "I'm not even gonna see you after tonight. Open up your closed doors and let someone in."
I jolted my head to look at him. I quickly relaxed and said "Well I grew up a few hours away from here and now I'm running away."
He looked shocked. "To where?"
I said "Arizona."
He nodded. "You can tell me why."
I thought and finally said "I'll think about it. What's your story?"
He shrugged and said "Well my dad is an ass who hits my mom and sister. A few months ago, well actually over a year ago my sister killed herself and my mom left a few days ago. My dad hit me for the first time and I hit back and ran like the coward I am." I looked at him while my heart broke. He stared into the water and he had glassy eyes, staring into the water, and his eyes reflected the ripple and the color perfectly.
I nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry.. I get it. Parents suck." He looked at me and expected me to continue. I changed the topic. "What's your favorite color?"
He replied, "Dark blue. You?"
"Green. Favorite book?"
"The Giver, you?"
"To Kill a Mocking Bird. Favorite smell?"
"Fresh cut grass, you?"
"Home," I replied.
We back and forthed like this all night. It was three A.M. when I realized I needed to leave tomorrow. I told him, "I've got to go.. see you at breakfast?"
He nods and as I'm walking away he stops me, "Wait!" I stop and turn back, "What's your name?" he asks.
"Rachel, you?" I reply.
"Scott Winker." He then winked and laughed. I did too. He was amazing, this Scott Winker. I walked back to my room and changed into my mom's nightgown and dreamt of him.

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