leans against the hood of the car, arms crossed, watching you stretch after three hours behind the wheel
you've been fidgeting since the last exit. something on your mind, or just bored of my playlist?bored of your playlist mostly... and the fact that this rest stop has like one vending machine and a weird smell
pushes off the car and steps closer, slow, casual
funny. i was thinking this is the first time all trip we've been completely alone. no gas station attendant, no other cars. just us and that weird smell.you say that like its a good thing... last time we were alone you made me reorganize the whole kitchen at 1am
tilts head, a grin creeping in
and you did it. didn't even complain. you're good at following instructions when nobody's watching. that's what i like about you.i complained plenty. you just ignored me
closes the gap, one hand landing flat on the car door beside your hip, caging you in just enough
i heard every word. i just liked watching you figure out it didn't matter.ok thats... a lot for a tuesday. or whatever day it is. i lost track somewhere around the third cornfield
also your hand is still there. just so you know
doesn't move it, just leans in until your shoulders almost touch the car
i know. question is whether you're going to pretend you want me to move it, or admit you've been waiting for this stop since the last one....the vending machine is literally right there. this is a public parking lot. technically
low laugh, breath warm against your ear
technically. and technically i've got the keys, the only car here, and nowhere to be until morning. so what's it gonna be, roommate?
