I closed the passenger door with a slam. Briskly, I hopped over to the driver side and repeated the action with my door.
"I'm so excited."
"Are you now? Well, I hope I don't burst your bubble when I say when I get home I'm sleeping, like as soon as I get there." I said as I pushed the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life. I looked at her to see if I had indeed, bursted her bubble. She simply grinned.
"Not at all not at all! I love sleeping at other people's houses. Like all the smells, the air, atmosphere, all that jazz." Lynn exclaimed, face alight. She was so cute when she got all excited. I pulled out of the parking lot, and rolled down the windows. Chilly air rushed in, cooling my very warm face. It was probably rosy as hell too. God damn it.
I, Alexa San Roman, was driving this stranger to my house. But I wasn't concerned even a little. My only though was "shit shit shit" as we drove down the empty streets, devoid of cars and people for the most part. Lynn coughed , alerting me to her existence once again. Like I needed a reminder.
"Um, Alexa, can I, like can I hold your hand? She stuttered it out, like she was holding it in for a long time. Oh. Oh wow. Oh well wow shit.
"Don't ever ask me again.
The answer is always going to be, yes."
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Your Hand Inside Mine
FanfictionAlexa San Roman is in a band and plays shows every week at little bars, not expecting much but loving every moment. She never would have thought to meet a girl who makes her feel at home. (The title is taken from a song by Explosions In The Sky)
