Everlasting (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 22

"Did you guys have fun?" Joey asked as we sat in the living room, waiting for the time to leave.

"Stupid question man, the party was wicked, and I got to spend time with my girl." Ian gazed into Isabella's hands.

"It was a pretty wonderful getaway from the usual." Laura smiled.

I had my head placed on Brett's chest, as he brushed my hair with his hands. My eyes were closed, I was feeling drowsy, I didn't get much sleep last night. Brett and I made sure we put that hot tub to use, while we were here.

We snuck down to the pantry quietly around midnight, trying not to wake anyone up because of us having to be up early. We stole a bottle of champagne, quietly ran back to the bedroom, grabbing to glasses on our way. The bubbles brushed against my skin, releasing all the street away. I rest my neck against the side, holding the glass filled with champagne in my hand. We slowly sipped it away, letting time waste away.

"Did you guys have fun?" Joey stared us down waiting for an answer.

I lifted my head off Brett's chest, meeting his gaze, smiling on the inside and out. "Yeah we did."

"Couldn't have been better." Brett kissed my lips lightly, sending chills up and down my spine. I rested my head back on his chest, waiting for Joey's approval to leave so we can hit the road.

"Hey, get up." Brett's voice echoed through my ear.

"Can I just stay home tonight?" I mumbled.

"When we get home, yes you can stay home." Brett laughed.

"I'm not home?"

"No, you're in Miami still, now get up." He demanded.

I opened my eyes dreadfully. "Okay, I'm ready." I dragged myself out of the chair, picking my luggage up, dragging it out the door with me.

I pounced down in the drivers seat of my car, waiting for Brett, Isabella, and Ian to get in so we could get moving. I felt the luggage shake the car from them throwing it in the trunk. The trunk slammed shut, and in no time we were all in the car. I started the car, putting it in drive, and drifting off. We got onto the highway quickly. I kept yawning every couple of seconds from being so tired.

"Are you okay Lan?" Isabella voice filled the car with concern.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a tad tired. Once I drive a little longer I will be alright and fine." I replied, making sure I was to relieve her.

The car grew quiet, and I wished it hadn't. With nothing to talk about it, or keep me going I started to close my eyes. Slowly at first I would close them, and they would snap back open. It was a few blinks of an eye later that they didn't snap back open. The car started driving onto the shoulder of the road, hitting the tired bumps, making the car thud.

"Landen." Brett yelled.

My foot pushed down on the break in the pound of a heart. I started shaking my head and slapping myself. "I'm fine, I just dozed off, won't happen again."

"No, let me drive." Brett demanded.

"No, I'm fine." I argued.

"No your not."

I laid my head down on the steering wheel, closing my eyes. When they were fully shut, all I saw a road, I was driving down it, then I wasn't. I hit the guard rail, and started flying down the cliff, hitting trees. My head flew up, I gasped for air.

Everyone started looking at me, concerned something horrible was happening. "Okay, you can drive. I'm not fine." I opened my car door, stepping out so Brett could take over. The only reason I gave up like that is because if I would have kept driving, I would have fallen asleep, and end up hurt, but not only hurting myself, I would have hurt my friends and boyfriend as well. If something would have happened to them, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.