As I Want You To Be

And I'm Not Scared

Bella:

Kurt's hippie van smelled like fast food and moth balls, I couldn't help but gag.

He noticed.

"Yeah.. Sorry about the smell, Krist gets car sick..."

Krist? I thought to myself.

"Eh no big deal. I suppose it's better then the smell of hobos and trash." I tried to make myself comfortable in the passenger seat, leaning back a little bit and removing my aviators.

He looked over at me, a stunned expression fell over his face.

"What?" I asked kind of defensive.

"Nothing ." He responded quickly. "You're just.. "

"Just what?" I glared.

"Stunning." He looked back towards the road and continued to drive. For the next few minutes we sat in silence, both unable to speak or in my case take a compliment.

We pulled into a gas station. "Need anything?" He asked me.

"No." I began. "But I'd kind of like to call my mom. If that's okay.."

"There's a pay phone over there." He pointed leaning against the van door.

"I um.. I have no money." It was embarrassing at the least. He must of thought I was some stupid girl wondering the country with no purpose.

I watched as he dug through his pocket pulling out some quarters. "Here ya go." He said dropping them into my hand.

"Thanks." I nodded appreciatively and walked towards the phone.

I waited until he began pumping the gas to dial.

"You've reached the Kanes, leave a message."

Ugh, of course nobody's home.

"Hey mom, hey dad. It's me.. Your daughter. Well anyway Im calling to
let you know I'm fine. I found someone I can stay with, he may or may not be the I95 killer I really have no idea.." I was sarcastic hoping to scare them into actually giving a shit about me. "I better get going, he's waiting for me. By his van. That he could of killed or raped someone in, but who really knows right?" I laughed continuing on. "Okay, bye.. OH and I'm in Washington by the way, no need to worry about me!" I slammed the phone down angrily and walked back towards him, I sat down in the seat and crossed my arms.

"You ok blue eyes?" He asked with a slight grin on his face.

"What did you just call me?" I asked intrigued.

"Blue eyes. Hope you don't mind, because I kind of like it." He put the van in drive and we took off down the road.

"My dad used to call me that." I placed my head against the window and stared ahead.

"Great minds think alike." Although he had sunglasses on I imagined him winking as he said this. "And for the record, I'm not the I95 killer." He laughed.

I blushed.

"Good to know, but I didn't mean it. If you knew my parents you'd understand."

"Well why don't you help me understand?" He looked at me briefly before focusing back on the road.

"They hate me, they always have." I was expecting him to feel bad, to apologize, to say I'm sure that's not true. But he didn't.

"I think we have more in common then you think." He said. "What brings you all the way out here anyway?"

"Im going to be an actress, maybe a model. Maybe both." At least I still had my confidence.

"What do you do?" I asked him.

"I'm in a band." He replied.

"Really?" I grew interested. "What's it called?"

He gave me that same look from back under the bridge, as if I was kidding.

"Nirvana."

I pondered on the name. "Nirvana.." I said out loud slowly. "I like it." It was the first time I had smiled in a very long time.

He smiled back. "We're here."