Sunflower Café

21

DISCLAIMER
Contains mentions of sensitive topics such as suicide and self-harm.

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...I really don't think you know,
There could be Hell below...

–H

"What are you doing?"

"Getting in the car." Harry said as if obvious, slamming the door shut.

Amaya scoffed, "I can see that, idiot. I mean, why the fuck are you getting in my car?"

"We help the planet this way; cut down on carbon emission and minimize our footprint," he said matter-of-factly. "Plus, it's easier this way. And funner."

"I don't remember agreeing to this," she retorted.

Harry ignored her reply, sniffing at the air and diverting, "It smells like weed in here."

Amaya poked his arm, "Don't change the subject."

"I knew you were high when I arrived, I knew it!" He celebrated his achievement with a fist in the air and a small dance. His eyes suddenly grew wide and he asked, "Were you hotboxing? Is that it?"

"Harry..." she threatened, but he paid no mind.

"Are we going or not?" He pouted, "Did you get me all excited for nothing?"

Amaya closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her lips pressed into a thin line. When she opened them, they were mockingly sweet. "Fine," a smile began to play on her lips, and Harry missed the mischief.

"Great!" he chirped, clapping his hands and buckling himself in.

"But only," she interrupted his giggling, "Under one condition."

Harry instantly agreed, "Sure! What is it?"

Amaya didn't answer. Instead, she turned on the ignition and pulled out her phone. Harry waited impatiently while bouncing a foot as Amaya fiddled with the radio. She adjusted the air vents, tapped on the small screen, and turned the volume knob higher even though no music was playing.

Just as Harry opened his mouth to ask again, a soft harmonizing, "La la la la la la la la la la..." rang through the car. He looked at her with a furrowed confusion but she missed it as she buckled her own seatbelt.

The sudden blaring sound of, "Now that I've lost everything to you, you say you want to start something new, and it's breaking my heart you're leaving. Baby, I'm grieving..." burst through the speakers and he jumped in surprise.

He heard a soft giggle besides him and looked to see Amaya trying to contain her laughter. "Sing with me," she said.

"Huh?" He was still dumbfounded.

"You ride in this car, you recompense. I already gave you the first ride free. Now you pay me back by giving me a personal show."

"You want me to sing for you?" he clarified.

"Did I stutter?"