The complete darkness of the empty street is only interrupted by the occasional glow of a lamppost. Parked cars line the sidewalks, forcing us to walk in the middle of the street. I hum while I dance down the street. My feet are quiet. But his aren't.
"Are you trying to wake up the whole neighborhood with your stomping?" I let out a little laugh as I speak. I don't turn around, he knows I'm speaking to him.
He doesn't answer, he only stomps his feet louder. Child.
"Have you ever noticed how things never get completely silent?" I ask him, balancing on the yellow stripe in the road.
"No" He says from behind me, his voice low, as to not break the spell of silence. "I never noticed that."
"Listen" I say, and stop walking. "You would say that it's quiet now, right?"
He stops walking too, the sound if his footsteps finally dying away. "Yeah."
"Are you sure?" I ask. My face is still turned away from him.
"Yes"
"Then shut up and listen" I finally turn around to face him, our noses almost crashing together at our sudden proximity.
I put a hand to his lips and smile.
"Can´t you hear the sound of screeching tires from two blocks away, or the sound of the wind opening a window?"
He doesn't respond, he only listens, nodding as his ears pick up the sounds.
"And even if there were no tires screeching or windows clattering, we would still hear the sound of our breaths and the blood pumping in our ears."
I take my finger away from his lips, and he smiles.
"I think you're going crazy, Cat" He says and I laugh.
"Maybe it's the moon." I lift my head to look up at the full moon hanging above us. But I can't see it anymore, a thick blanket of grey clouds have been draped over it, and the faint sound of thunder rolls over us.
"Whatever it is, we're going to get wet very soon." I take his hand in mine, entwining our fingers. "Run, run, run."
And we run, no longer caring that our feet sound like drums in the quiet night, or that we're waking up half the street with our laughter. Because his hand is in mine, and we're running. Running. Running.
I hear them before i see them. The exhilarating sound of their motors, sounding a lot like sewing machines on acid, pierce through the night, the sound of our panting drowning in it.
Then i see them, a dozen headlights coming in our direction, hovering above the ground. A MC gang.
"Get out of the road!" I whisper intently in Evans ear and pull him between two cars.
The sound may have seemed deafening when far away, but up close it's loud enough to wake a dead bear from hibernation.
As they drive past us, I take in their leather jackets, a picture of a skull with a flower crown and snakes crawling put of their empty eye sockets sewn on the back, and black helmets. Some of them has grey hair sticking out from under them and long beards flapping in the wind.
"Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorbike?" I ask him as the last of them disappear behind a corner. "No, and I don't think I want to either. It looks terrifying." He drags us out on the road again, and we keep going in the direction we were heading.
"I don't know, I think it looks exciting. Just imagine the surge going through your body as you accelerate to a hundred miles per hour, the g-forces pulling at your body and your hair blowing in the wind." As I speak, I can see the picture perfectly painted in my mind, and it takes everything in me not to turn around and look for them. They’re probably miles away by now anyways.
Evan smiles at me i a way I´ve never seen before. It´s like he has just gotten the best news of his life, but still cant fathom that it´s real yet. The light from the streetlamps shines in his eyes like stars, and to think that I kissed him only a couple of hours ago is almost unfathomable.
"What?" I ask, awkwardly laughing as we near the end of the street. Soon we will no longer be alone.
"Nothing" He says. "You´re just so extraordinary"
I bite my lip at his words, and squeeze his hand as we cross the road to where cars are passing by and people are walking around in a sleepy haze.
"Here it it´s" He points at the bus stop, and we stop. The bus won´t be here for twenty minutes. We still have plenty of time.
"It´s so weird to think that today is about to end" I say and lean against him, staring into the ocean that is his eyes. "So many things have changed, and I know that nothing will ever be completely the same as they were when I woke up today."
"Don´t think of it that way" he says, tucking a strand if hair behind my ear. "Don´t think of it as leaving something behind. Don´t think of it as a last. Think of it as gaining something, as doing something for the first time, and knowing that you have so much to look forward to."
That´s the thing about Evan, he always knows what to say.
"You´re..." I start to say, but stop mid sentence when a drop of water land on my nose. Rain. I look up, ,seeing the dark clouds above us light up with the white light of lightning. It looks like we´re going to get a storm.
Another drop lands on my face, then another, and soon it’s like the whole sky has opened and we´re drowning in rain.
I start laughing, and Evan does too. I don´t know what’s so funny. And maybe nothing is funny, and it´s just that we know that the future has so much to offer us, and it chooses to start with getting us both soaking wet.
Evan suddenly stands up straighter, and my head falls off his shoulder. "May I have this dance?" He says, reaching his hand up for me to take. I roll my eyes at how completely cliché this is, but when he says "Just go with it, we can be original another time," i take it.
He places his other hand on my lower back and start humming the tune of "Robbers".
I let out a laugh, and think of how completely ridiculous this must seem to the people walking by, but then I realize that none of them are paying attention. They´re all hurrying along the sidewalk, their heads bowed down to protect them from the rain. We´re the only ones truly present in this moment, and in that we are original.
Twenty minutes later, when the bus pulls up beside us, we climb in it, knowing that today was the first of a hundred extraorinary ones.
I rest my head on his shoulder all the way home.
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(A/N)
Short but sweet
- Carrie
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The Bucketlist Bitches
Teen Fiction"I learned a lot about falling in love when I fell out of love, I learned a lot about being a friend when i was alone."
