Bits of Dreams: One Shots, Quotes, and Other Random Writings

Dream Bit 2

Okay, so this one needs a bit of an intro:

A sixteen-year-old girl named Taylor went to live with her aunt for six months because her parents were in the middle of a rough divorce and she wanted to get away from it.

While staying there, Taylor met a shy, dorky boy named Travis, who absolutely swept her off her feet. They started dating after a bit, and were together for a few months before she went to live back with her mom.

They knew the about whole "long-distance relationships never work" thing, but they didn't care. They kept in touch, and made plans to visit each other every so often.

This scene takes place almost a year after they first met, and so far the long-distance thing is working.

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I stepped over the various car parts littering the floor of the dim garage, making my way towards the far corner, where various clanking sounds were emanating from.

It's incredible that nobody has gotten hurt trying to walk through here, I thought, frowning as I avoided yet another hubcap.

I finally reached the car in the corner. Legs clad in a grease-stained blue jumpsuit were sticking out from underneath the SUV.

"Long time no see, stranger," I called out.

The clanking immediately stopped. The person under the car rolled out on his creeper and squinted at me before breaking out into a wide grin. "Taylor!"

He got up and went to hug me, but then dropped his arms to his sides when he saw how dirty his hands and sleeves were. "Um. I don't want to get you all dirty," he said sheepishly.

Laughing, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. The familiar smell of his aftershave mixed with motor oil washed over me. "I don't care, Travis," I whispered as I pulled away a tiny bit. "It's been a whole month since I last saw you."

"Yeah, I thought you weren't coming back until next week," he replied. "But I'm glad you came early. It was torture waiting for you to come back."

I smiled again, finally stepping away from him. "What time do you get off?"

"Hour and a half."

"Let's get some dinner at Marco's."

"Okay. But I'm gonna need like half an hour after I'm done working to clean up," he said, glancing down at his filthy jumpsuit once again. Then he looked at me and snorted. "And you've got grease on your face now too."

"Oh well. It will come off."

"Yeah, that's what you'd think..."