ROWAN •dobrik•

Chapter Seventeen

Going home that night was absolutely liberating.

I had no idea what it felt like to be wanted and craved, nor did I have any idea what it was like to be in some type of romantic connection with anyone. It was weird, but so god damn fun.

I never knew David to let loose in his car, even though it drives itself. He's responsible, in some sense. That's what I love about him, he knows when too far is too far, well sort of.

Not to suck my own dick or anything but it was if I changed him when I was around. It was like there was a camera filming us, as if he was making one of his vlogs, but there wasn't even a camera in the car. He left them all at home.

I know, shocker.

I was laying my legs on his lap as we laughed once in awhile sitting up and leaning over to give him pecks on the cheek, where he would ultimately whipped his head around and quickly pecked my lips. I wasn't going to lie, we were still a little drunk from the wine that we had earlier that night.

"Fuck you David," I hollered before launching myself backwards against the passenger door. He bowled with laughter and dramatically threw his head back. I rolled my eyes playfully before properly sitting in my seat.

"What? Is it bad to receive a kiss from your boyfriend," he retorted as he stopped at a spotlight. My eyes widened and I snapped my head in his direction. He glanced at me with a smile before he saw my expression, but quickly widened his eyes as well. "Oh god maybe I used the word a little too soon," he chuckled nervously before lightly punching his forehead, mumbling to himself. I bit my lip and played with my fingers a little bit.

It stayed quiet for the remainder of the ride back to Gabbie's apartment. I took the time to reminisce the events of the evening and silently wishing I could throw myself out of this moving vehicle.

Why did I have to freak out like that? All I've ever wanted for almost a year now was to have the title of "David's Girlfriend." I don't know, was it the fact he didn't ask me first? No...I don't think that's it.

Well so much stuff has gotten in between us since last year. So many countless fights and silent treatments. There was so much hate between us, I thought we could ever get back to how we used to be, let alone be in some type of relationship.

I felt my stomach light up with pain when I thought of everything that's happened since David's birthday. The drunken night filled with regret and almost kisses nearly ruined the chance of ever forming a true connection with him, and nearly destroying the one we already had.

I've never been more lucky to know that David wanted to work this out and make it work, even after all of the bickering and pestering of my inability to be honest with him that night in Vegas.

Wait, fuck.

My eyes widened as I stared at my reflection in David's window. If he had looked over in my direction he would probably think I'm having a conversation in my head, or just fucking crazy. One of the two.

But seriously, did I just forget my own damn age?

He's twenty one, almost twenty two

I'm sixteen, literally seventeen in like three days. Oh wow, my birthday's in three days, that's pretty cool.

I lightly poked out my bottom lip and nodded to myself at the thought. Again, I probably looked fucking insane.

I don't want to drag David down a road of trouble, but being with him tonight has made me the happiest that I've been in a long time. I finally feel like there's been a warmth that's been missing inside of me for a long time, that's finally been relit. Everything was always better when David was around, seen if sometimes he was an utter douchebag when his stupid camera was rolling and ready. He still lit up the room with his dumb jokes and his overly exaggerated laugh. The dumb skits he plans always made me laugh and feel included in the tight-knit group that is the Vlog Squad.