Adolescent

13.

Aaron's hands covered my eyes as he walked me into the parking lot of the latest hotel in Cleveland he, the boys and I had been staying at. He'd told me that he had a surprise for me for the week we had off of tour, so I'd re-packed my suitcases. When he came and covered my eyes and began to lead me out of the building, I was a little skeptical and honestly a bit afraid to have my eyes covered, even though I kind of trusted Aaron. But I agreed anyway and let him lead me out of the building. Even though I didn't expect what would be before me when he uncovered my eyes and said, "Babe, you can look now."

Sitting in a parking space right in front of me was a sleek, gorgeous, restored and refurbished black '67 Impala that looked like it had come straight out of Supernatural. I expected Jensen Ackles, dressed in his Dean Winchester garb, to be dancing to "Eye of the Tiger" in it, though, sadly, that didn't happen. All TV-show references aside, the car was gorgeous and begged for me to get in it.

"What? Did you steal this from the Supernatural set somehow?" I asked Aaron playfully.

He chuckled, and smirked down at me. "Nice one. But no, it was my sixteenth birthday present. And, we're going on a road trip in it."

"Really?!" I turned to face him, grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket, looking up at him. I could barely contain my excitement.

He bent down and kissed the tip of my nose. "Why else would our suitcases be in the trunk?"

I grinned as he gave me Eskimo kisses and pecked my lips with his own. Pulling on his lapels again, I brought him down so that his mouth was fully on mine. I smiled so that he could feel it, then kissed him deeply for a few seconds. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me off of my feet so I at least resembled his staggering height, and I wrapped my own around his broad shoulders for stability, digging my fingertips into his shoulder blades. He nipped at my lower lip, and I groaned unexpectedly. I ripped our mouths apart, burying my face in his neck as my face heated with embarrassment.

Good way to ruin it, Ro.

"So, where are we going?" I asked Aaron, tearing myself from his grip and walking toward the car, getting in and buckling up. I hoped that my embarrassment was hidden at least a little. I watched him walk around the car and get in on the driver's side, slam the door shut, and put on his own seatbelt before he answered.

"That's the surprise, babe. And by the way," He leaned in close, so that our faces were barely inches apart. "I like it when you moan. Don't hold back next time."

That only made my face heat to about 1000 degrees and turn as red as an overripe tomato.

****

A few hours later, the smell of fast food woke me up. I knew it was dark, as my eyes didn't burn with sudden brightness pouring through them, and I knew the car was parked because I didn't feel the movement of it. I sat there and enjoyed the smell for a while without opening my eyes or saying anything. After a while, I said, "My Spidey senses detect McDonald's."

"Do they now?" asked Aaron.

"They also demand copious amounts of fries."

"Well then here," I felt fries poke at my lips. "Appease the Spidies."

I wasn't about to reject those fries, and actually ate them pretty quickly. "I knew there was a reason that I liked you."

Aaron laughed. "Is it because I give you fries? Or because I'm so ridicously hot and have impeccable taste in music?"

"That too."

"I also got you one of those giant thingies that should probably be healthy but actually have a slim chance of being so."

I sat up straight, opening my eyes. I reached my hand out to him. "Gimme."

He handed the wrap to me, and the thing was so big I could barely hold it in one hand. I tore off the casing thing and took a bite. Aaron asked, "What, no 'thank you'?"

I swallowed the bite and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good enough?"

"Maybe."

I grinned at him and, once again, dug into my food. Aaron was done a while before me, and mocked how slow I was eating. I flipped him off and continued to eat. It took me forever to finish the wrap, along with my fries - fucking braces, they got in the way all the damn time - but I finished nonetheless. By that time, Aaron had driven to a gas station to fill up, leaving me waiting in the car. I slid Pierce the Veil's album Selfish Machines into the CD player and leaned back into the seat, closing my eyes as "Besitos" began playing. I sang along to the song quietly.

"A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words, a drowning boy with no voice prays, someone up there's telling me, 'you'd better not get back up'..." I softly sang, Vic Fuentes's lyrics barely whispers above my lips.

I heard the driver's side door open, and opened my eyes to see Aaron slide into his seat, slamming his door shut and slipping on his seat belt before pulling out of the gas station parking lot. He sang along to the rest of the song with me, although his singing was much louder than my whisper-singing.

A while later, we hadn't made it to our hotel, and I'd made Aaron stop driving. He looked too tired to go any further without conking out at the wheel. Then came the incident of my lack of legality to drive, so we ended up parked in a secluded cove off of the interstate, motor running, radio still playing music, only this time my phone was plugged into the sound system and it was playing "Check Yes Juliet" by We the Kings. Both Aaron and myself laid in the backseat of the Impala, cuddled next to each other. We'd also piled our suitcases on the car's floor and put a couple blankets and pillows over them to give it more of a bed-like feeling, in case we both fell asleep before I could climb back into the front seat and just sleep there.

Aaron was sleeping, and the sound of his breathing and heartbeat were doing a damn good job at getting me there as well. I looked up at him and smiled. I snuggled into him before falling asleep myself.

[Song: Caraphernelia - Pierce the Veil]