The Words I Never Said [editing]

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[danielle]

My heart is beating a million miles an hour, my hair is blowing out from the bottom of Jonas's only helmet, and I don't have a care in the world. I'm clinging on to Jonas for dear life, practically choking the air out of him, but I don't care. My head is resting on his back, and I can feel some of his muscle through his t-shirt. I'm having the time of my life being on this bike with Jonas, but so many things are running through my mind; all these possibilities that wouldn't have a high probability of even happening.

What if we crash? I'm wearing the only helmet. Jonas could get hurt.

How would I communicate if we did crash? It's not like I'm going to go scream out crying mercy? Would I? Would I scream for help even though I've been mute for almost 4 years now.

To be honest... I really don't know. I don't know if I even could. My voice is probably so weak, that the EMTs wouldn't even hear me.

But these are thoughts I wouldn't rather think about today.

Jonas stops at a red light, and puts one foot on the pavement. "Where do I turn next?" Jonas asks. I point to the right then hold up 3 fingers. "Right in 3 miles?" I thumbs him up.

I'm so grateful that Jonas can understand my hand signals. We could be on the other side of town if he didn't, and my mother would not be happy about that.

The light turns green and Jonas revs the engine. He lifts his foot off the road and flies down it.

In 20 minutes or so, I direct Jonas into my driveway. He turns off the bike and puts the kickstand down. I get off and try to slide the helmet off my head, but being clumsy and awkward me, I couldn't get the latch off. I loudly clap my hands to get Jonas' attention, and he turns around. I wave my hands dramatically around the helmet. He smirks and laughs then undoes the strap and pulls it off my head. When he does this, it messes up my hair and puts in a bird-nest-like way.

I set the helmet down on the seat, and we make our way to my front door. I take the key out of my backpack and open it.

"Are you sure that I can come inside?" Jonas asks.

I nod my head, smiling. Grabbing Jonas by the wrist, I drag him inside.

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