𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

✄ 21 ✄

Sunset Strip, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

When it was my time to leave the bar I made sure to be as discreet as possible. Nikki has followed me out into the cool night air of Los Angeles. The polluted air was enough to give you a headache, but with Nikki's presence being near me I couldn't even recognize the sharp pain in my head with the other thought nagging in the back of my mind.

'Why is he changing his personality?'

This question pushed my buttons than all of my pet peeves combined. Just...why?

We walked the sidewalk together. We were side by side. He had his hands in his leather jacket while I walked lazily next to him. After a nine hour shift it deluded my body. I thought I would be okay this time but after how long I've worked for the past few days, I just wanted nothing more than to fall over and sleep.

Los Angeles was very breezy. So breezy that it made my hair flip around in random patterns. I was unsatisfied because it was blowing around hot air. It made my nose scrunch up and my spine shiver at how much it bothered me.
'Fuck the polluted air.' I thought.

Nikki and I had nowhere to go. He never mentioned going anywhere special, so I assumed we would be exploring the region in silence. That was what I thought until he cracked open his mouth.

"So?" He started. "How are you feeling?"

So much for the silence.

"I'm well." I said in an effortlessly tired voice. "You?"

"Feelin' alright." He answered, shrugging his shoulders. I could see he was struggling to find something to talk about, probably trying his best to avoid talking about what happened the other night.

"What?" I looked at him and chuckled. "No party tonight?"

He formed a smile on his lips. "There's always a party somewhere. Just not at my apartment tonight." He shook his head.

I felt warm inside when I saw his gorgeous smile. My mouth couldn't stop itself from stretching the corners out so far that I swore they touched my ears.

The walk continued as we went on in silence. It was very awkward but I could tell we were trying to have a fresh start compare to our first encounter that replayed over and over in my head. He seemed more kind and more chivalric when we focused our attention on ourselves.

We kept the walk and the conversation casual. That was until we stumbled upon a bridge. It was a viaduct bridge that casted over a concrete river bank. I stopped in realization that this was my use-to-be safe haven. When I use to come here as a child during the bad times. And when I had him. It's hard to believe that was nearly eight years ago.