*𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕* a reylo high school au short story

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pov - ben

i hold rey's hand as we walk out to my car.  her hand is still cold, but i'll make it warm for her.  i enjoy this moment.  i'm surprised she's even letting me hold her hand.  she seems very protective of herself.  but i'm glad she's stretching it out with me.  

we get into the car and she's silent.  She probably feels awkward.  

"where are we going?" she asks.

"i don't know yet," i say truthfully.

I pull out of the driveway and head towards the highway.  rey looks out the window.  she's beautiful at night, the moon shining on her face.  she doesn't need the moon to shine though.

"it's a beautiful night," i say.

"it is," she says.

i tell her a story. "once when i was little, i snuck out of my bedroom window at night.  i went outside in the backyard and just stared at the stars.  of course, my mom would yell at me afterwards but it was worth it.  it was-"

"peaceful," she says finishing my sentence.

"yeah. so rey, tell me about yourself," i ask her.

"well my name is rey and i'm 17 years old and i live in a foster home," she says.

"a foster home?  how did you get there?" i put my hand on her forearm.  "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to,"  I slowly slip my hand into hers, playing it off coolly.

she holds it, a smile escaping from her lips.  it's brighter than the night sky.

"well, my parents were both killed so i was sent there," she says.

"i'm sorry," i say.

"it's ok though, i have 2 good friends of mine.  and i have you now, i guess, kylo,"

i smile at that.  she's sweet.

"what about you, tell me about yourself," she asks me.

"well i transferred to this high school and the 'bad' gang saw my emo expression and picked me up.  i never liked hanging out with them.  i didn't like what they did.  i just wanted to be who i am," i say,

"no," she says. "like things besides the 'bad' gang.  things about you, not them,"

damn she's smart.  i like her.

"the normal family i guess.  mother, father, and me.  i'm an only child.  i follow the lead of my parents, because they are good people.  and i feel bad for you because you didn't have that experience," i say, squeezing her hand. "but i hope your friends played in that spot.  because someone like that has to be like that in your life,"

"yeah, my friends are like that," she says.

"that's good,"

"so you're not like the other kids in the gang?" she asks.

"no, i never wanna be them, they're everything i don't want to be, i just have no choice to leave,"

"i'm sorry," rey says. "but now you have a new friend," she's talking about herself.

"yeah, and you're pretty great too," i add.

she laughs softly.  i laugh a little too.

pov - rey

is this actually happening?  me having a conversation with a guy i just met today that isn't finn or poe.  not to mention i'm holding his hand.  my heart flutters.  i think i have feelings for kylo.  maybe thats good?  he seems like a really nice person.  i wonder where he's taking me