Drive // e.d

3

The city lights fade away into the distance and soft beats play through the speakers. Grant occasionally taps his foot along with the tune.

His body constantly drifts in out and of sleep, as if he were forcing himself to stay awake.

"Go to sleep," I suggest to him, after seeing body shake another time, in attempt to stay awake.

He shakes his head no, "what about you?"

"I'll be fine," I say to him.

"No if you're awake, I'm awake," he states.

I think for a few moments before I speak again, "how about I pull over to the side of the road, and we both sleep."

Grant stops and thinks about my suggestion before looking out all of the windows, checking the car's surroundings.

"Okay," he nods in agreement.

I pull over to the side, turning off the ignition. We both adjust our seats comfortably, laying back into them.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep, but not before Grant's raspy voice whispers, "goodnight Mila."

Waking up I feel a shooting pain up my back. I wince, moving my position in the seat before opening my eyes. Darkness still surrounds the car, that is out on the deserted streets of California.

Looking to my side, a peaceful Grant sleeps.

His mouth is slightly open and his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes.

A smile covers my face as I watch him sleep. This is the most relaxed he's been since we met just a few hours ago.

I pick up my phone in the cupholder checking the time.

5:11 am

I let a quiet groan leave my mouth as my muscles tense from being confined to the seat.

Quietly I open the door, careful to not wake Grant. As I step out of the car an instant chill hits my body form the cool air, sending goosebumps over my body.

I shake it off, trying to ignore the coolness as I stretch my arms above my head.

After rolling my shoulders, and a few more stretches I take a look around, trying to see the best that I can in this darkness.

There are no street lights out here, just sand. Everywhere.

I let out a sigh, taking a seat up on the hood of the car. I pull my knees that are covered by a pair of khaki trousers to my chest hugging them trying to warm me up.

I still remain in my hideous Target uniform as I didn't really have time to change clothes after Grant got into the car.

I turn around to examine the sleeping boy sleeping in my car. His face is lit up by the car light, that we left on last night. He looks so precious.

Questions fill my mind wondering who he is? And why he needs to 'get away'?

Turning back around, a bright orange glow rises across the horizon. I watch in awe as the orange orb ever so slowly rises.

It was beautiful.

The sun brightens the surroundings, allowing sand to be seen for miles.

There was not a single sound until a car door opening pulls my attention away. I look behind me to see a sleepy Grant getting out of the car.

His hair is a mess, but still manages to somehow look good, and his eyes squint tiredly towards me. His breath hitches in his throat as he grabs onto his biceps, rubbing his hands up and down, trying to warm up.

I give him a quick smile before turning my attention back to the rising sun.

The sound of Grant's feet moving echoes around us, making a noise in the pure silence.

He comes up and sits beside me on the hood of the car, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon.

We sit, neither of us speaking a sound, absorbing the world in all it's beautiful, before the day ahead of us comes.

The sun fully rises up above the horizon before I move away. My heart jumps in my chest seeing Grant's deep hazel eyes already staring back at mine. How long was he like that for?

"Morning," his deep raspy morning voice whispers. He breaks the eye contact staring back out towards the horizon.

"Morning," I sigh, following his actions.

"Nice clothes," he jokes with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Shut up," I laugh back at him before jumping off the hood.

Grant looks at me, squinting his eyes, blocking out the harsh morning light.

"How'd you sleep?" I question him.

"Okay," he softly speaks, lifting his left foot up onto the car hood, and leaning back onto his elbow.

"Get your manky shoes off my car," I whine.

Grant chuckles at me before retorting, "what are you gonna do bout it?"

I pull a face at him as an amused smile crosses over his face.

I then walk over to him lightly pushing at his leg.

His foot remains planted on the car as he just laughs at my attempts to move him.

I blankly stare at him, before opening my mouth and saying, "I'll leave you out here."

His smile drops and he jumps off the car instantly.

It's now my time to laugh at him. With a smirk on my face.

"Shall we get on the road again?" I question him.

He sucks in a deep breath of air and releases it. "Yeah, I guess."

I nod at him, and we part ways to opposite sides of the car.

Just him and I on the open road. Two complete strangers with one mission.

To get away.