The car ride was silent, Lily was telling me about our destination, and who might be there.
"I met Halsey once. I wish you'd were there, she's sweet, and I know you love her music." Lily turned in the front seat to look back at me, and I grinned, "That would've been amazing."
I glanced at Johnny, sitting comfortably across from me, staring straight ahead with an unlit cigarette in his hand. I must've been staring for too long because he caught me, and held my gaze until tore my eyes down from his.
My face was probably cherry red, my nails dug into the leather seats, steadying my embarrassment.
Johnny reached over and picked my head up with his hand. I held my breath, not sure if I wanted to slap his hand away, or let it stay.
I frantically glanced at Lily, and was relieved to see her staring at her phone. I kept my eyes on her as Johnny came closer, and I was fading into his scent again.
I looked him in the eyes, searching for a reason why he dared to do this, of all things, of all times, why now. I couldn't figure out how grown man, much older than me, had such a restless spirit, reckless and stupid enough to hold me this close with the danger of being found out. It baffles me to no end.
Johnny cupped the side of my face, kissing my parted lips gently, and even though I should've pulled away I deepened it, feeling my cheeks redden against the cool touch of his hand.
My mouth opened more, granting me a taste of him one last time, and then with as much willpower I had left, I pulled away from him, pushing his hold away.
That's enough.
I bit my lip, staring out the window as a flood of emotions trapped me. From guilt, to pleasure. All of it led back to Johnny, and I watched from the corner of my eye.
It was absolutely criminal the way he looked so perfect, so at peace with himself. Lighting his cigarette, fixing his rings, carelessly exhaling smoke around us, and it all amounted to him closing his beautiful eyes, with nothing to do.
Lily's POV
I finished checking the time on my phone, and smiled to myself, staring at the passing lights. Me & Ari had been through everything together, and to see where were now -18 and successful- really put us in a great place.
All these years she'd been my second half, trustworthy to no end, and told me everything. Nothing was ever a secret between us, cheesy I know, but that's how we were.
I glanced into the rearview mirror to check on her, since she hadn't been feeling well, and sleeping a lot after we arrived. I was really worried she was sick, or something.
What the fuck??...
I froze, watching my best freind -in the entire world- kissing my dad! My mouth fell open, it was clear she was kissing him back, tongue and all.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to grab her and yell at my dad! The longer I watched the more angry I got, and I wished this was a nightmare.
Both of them?! REALLY? MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND AND MY DAD?? WHAT THE FUCK!
I couldnt watch a second longer, and I decided to confront her later, and to make sure she couldn't say it never happened I took a picture and stuffed my phone away.
I'm done. This is disgusting.
I felt sick to stomach, I would expect this shit from my father, but not Ari. Not her...and now her acting so weird made sense, especially what she asked me the other day -which I thought was odd, but let it go.
