Good Drugs

Drive Me to Hell

*song: Bring Me Back by the Majestic ones ft. Daniella Mason.

I've never seen winter.

The stretch of summer was always endless in my tiny dust settled town. Sometimes the idea of spring would linger in with a cool draft blowing between the thistles of a cactus. The top of cars would be touched by a thin layer of rustic paprika, remnants of a sandstorm.

The busy town moved in slow preparation, time was just an idea sleeping under a shaded tree in peaceful bliss. Living here slowed my heart down, it was always a routine of comfortably and boredom. Nothing exciting ever happened, like artifacts we were waiting to be uncovered.

As, I looked around at the enchanting decorations and lanterns that set against the humble backdrop of the motel, I shivered, feeling alive.

Winter had come.

The velvet dark widow (night) held her stars in place so we could see her sparkled gown. Below the night sky our tiny motel stood out, adorned by an array of blue, yellow, and pink streamers. I was shockingly surprised at the festivities, it's beauty, and the way our tiny community came together to say goodbye.

The ambiance was intimate as people huddled around the bonfire chatting. Their faces growing warm in the reflection of the flames while drinking beer.

My eyes scanned the familiar happy faces, some friends, and others were my family.

Then I saw him, and every part of me melted.

Dean drew the waves up from the blue with his eyes, deep and enchanting like a snowglobe. I found myself suspended in his crystal coves, as his eyes spoke to me. They flickered into depth and gave me the center of his attention in an unwavering stare.

I drew back shyly as his jaw dropped.

"Excuse me" Dean said politely to his guest and made his way over to me.

Dean dazzled me with a charming smile as he held his breath, "Cleo" he whistled, giving me a little spin.

"You look...so nice" he gushed.

Dean staggered a little, a drink already in his hand, "you are kind of over dressed though for a bonfire party?" he chuckled, kissing my nose.

I bit my lip, the lace of the black dress inked into my skin, with the softest elegance. I had spent time curling my hair, so that it rolled against the dip of my waist, like a princess, and not to mention the jaded jasmine rose perfume I had drowned myself in.

I wanted him to say I was stunning, or just stare at me for awhile but Dean was...just Dean.

"I'll grab you a drink!" he bellowed, smiling as we navigated through small clusters of warm bodies.

"Where's Maya?" I asked.

Dean cocked his headed back, "over there" he pointed to the center of the bonfire, "she's roasting marshmallows with Danny" he chuckled.

Before we could make it over to the refreshments, a hand pulled Dean aside.

"Hey, I want to show you something" a friendly neighbor, beckoned Dean.

Dean looked back at me apologetically, "I'll be right back" he promised.

I pasted a smile to my face, this was not how I imagined it going. I was at his party looking fucking gorgeous and he couldn't even give me two minutes.

I sighed, groaning as I looked down at my black heels, I had definitely overdone it.

Suddenly, feeling self-conscious I retreated behind the archway, just to admire the peaceful view. It was beautiful like walking across the cords of a piano. The smiles, the laughter, just the moments of wanting nothing because everything is good.