You and Me and Us | Muffy

Part 3

Buffy's POV

I yank the yellow T-shirt over my head and pull up my blue skinny jeans while I think about yesterday. I liked seeing him. I really did. But do I still love him? I could just love who he used to be. I think I have to get to know him again before I can know how I feel.

Just as I'm about to go over to do my makeup, I get a text from Marty.

Marty From The Party: You ready?

Buffy: Not yet. Come to the door.

I hurry down the hall to let him in. he smiles as he enters and takes off his shoes.

"This place still looks the same," he says.

"Yeah. It hasn't changed much."

"Where's your mom?"

"Work," I reply. "You can come to my room. I just need to finish doing my makeup."

He follows me back into my bedroom and sits down on my bed while I go over to the mirror above my dresser. I untwist my mascara tube and begin swiping it on my eyelashes. In the mirror, I can see Marty watching my movements.

"You know you don't need makeup," he says. "You're beautiful without it."

I finish my other eye and spin around to face him.

"I like it," I say.

I sit the tube back on my dresser and go over to grab my purse and phone.

"You ready?" I ask.

He grins and stands up. "I'm always ready."

"Perfect," I respond. "Then let's go on an adventure."

I spin around and he follows me out of the house and to his car. He walks around to take the driver's seat and I get comfortable in shotgun.

"I get to pick the place today," I say as I buckle my seatbelt.

"Okay," he responds and settles his hands on the steering wheel. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"How am I supposed to drive there if—?"

"I'll tell you when to turn."

His face cracks into a smile when he looks at me. "Okay."

I reach for the aux cord, but he stops me, saying, "Nuh-uh. If you're picking the place that means I get to pick the music."

"Fine," I say, crossing my arms and leaning back in my seat.

He smiles and plugs his phone in, then presses play. I don't know the song, but the screen says it's "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.

"Ready?" He asks as he shifts the gear into drive.

I roll my eyes. "Still ready, yeah."

He chuckles and pulls out into the road. I pay attention as we drive, directing him at each corner. Eventually, we pass the town's outer limits and the buildings fade out of sight behind us, leaving just the road to split up the greenery in two. Close to half an hour passes of us just talking while he steers.

Suddenly, the road bends down a bit, revealing an endless view of the landscape. I reach over to turn the volume of the music up, then roll down my window to hold my arm out like an airplane. The wind ripples my shirt and sends my hair flying. I look over at Marty who's smiling wide in the driver's seat.

"Eyes on the road," I shout over the noise.

He sighs and bites his lip as he complies, turning his focus away from me.