𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 -bob dylan

─ 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺

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"ready ferosia?"

she nodded timidly, her hands fastened to the clattering leather seat belt that hugged her securely in place.

"why are you so shy, m'lady? it's not like i'm going to let my eyes off of you."

he thought in his own mind he might as well have just told her how deeply and affectionately he thinks about her. how she donned a glowing halo in his eyes. but in her thoughts, well, they were purely focused on keeping a heat of flushing magenta tones from bubbling to the surface of her cheeks. she grinned to herself though, playing with her ring covered thumbs. he actually bought the rings for her some time ago, silver ones to be precise.

they weren't anything expensive, he just believed they brought light to the beauty of her more tanned complexion that seemed to mirror an eleven o clock shadow on golden grains of sand.

his eyes fell on those same rings actually. he quietly admired to himself how she still wore them, he was really shocked at the fact she hadn't lost them in some place yet. or worse- grew tired of them.

"m'lady? zimmerman this isn't medieval england," perhaps she only said that to settle herself down. hearing him refer to her as his lady, caused the butterflies in her stomach to rise at increasing levels that she couldn't keep down. the chuckle that left his noticeably chapped lips was a flutter to her. a sound that fluttered off his lips that could've been mistaken for the song of a weeping sparrow. only, he wasn't weeping.

he looked at her, grinning to himself at what she referred to him as. he never was really annoyed with it, of course the name got his blood boiling- rarely though. but that's with any nickname that a friend, or someone you wish was more than a friend, dons you with. she clothed him in it but he was too timid, along with prideful, to strip himself of it.

"sia, i told you, i'm trying to go by bob now, just call me dylan or bob-"

she shook her head, beaming brighter then the sun that blocked his eyes from the lonesome , suburban road that led the two out of their monotone town, "no can do lovely, i'm not lying to you or myself."

"how would you be lying to yourself?" he took a sharp turn. causing her fingers to latch onto his bicep. his breathing hitched, his cheeks flushed. the world swarmed him with signs that he could only swat off as a distortion of the truth.

"sorry," he laughed nervously, coughing a bit to ease only himself up. she lifted her head, her fingers that were curled around him loosened along with his tension that she could feel stir in his stomach.

she smiled softly to herself at the realization he never told her to let go. perhaps she was reaching too far for something she couldn't immediately grasp. but she was willing to take her chromatic time. besides, they had a whole weekend. including tonight. three days total. three days to make a move. three days to confess something she had dreamt about since she was in her junior year.

her eyes traveled far past the window that blocked her views. the glare became nothing more than a worthless particle in her eyes as it no longer kept her from the sights that unfolded in front of her. she had never left her town that much, her father was far too busy with his own dwelling and undeniable animosity to pay attention to his ever intelligent daughter. and her mother? although she hated to admit it, her mother was dryer than banks that shifted on the shore. she was floozy as well, another thing she hated to hint at her mother with.

she saw buildings. tall ones. taller than her sinking aspirations. and at that very moment his eyes strolled to her wandering ones. another chuckle sailed from his lips and waved into her consciousness.

"it's incredible isn't it?" he asked her, calmly.

she sighed to herself, taking in and releasing a breathy chuckle that had already answered his question that wasn't much of a question, "if you're talking about all of this? it's more than incredible. it's astonishing."

and he smiled to himself. proud to make her see one more thing she hadn't saw before.

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