Road Trip

We drove fast. Jesse always drove fast when I took residence in the passenger seat, like he was trying to prove something. Some song by Radiohead was droning over the radio but I wasn't paying much attention to it. I was preoccupied with the thoughts that were fluttering around in back of my eyes. The windows were all rolled down and I could feel the bath water air against my skin. The wind whipped my hair to and fro and I'm sure I looked a hot mess. On random days, he would burst into the room and flop down on our bed of sin with that gleam in his eye. I knew all to well what that gleam meant. Grab your shoes and a book we're going for a drive.

I'd do just that and we'd gallop to the car hand in hand with half a pack of cigarettes, an infinite amount of cds, and twenty-five dollars between us. These 'drives' were more like trips, we'd pick up and leave this town in our rear view mirror going in any direction we could. Only returning when, we couldn't stand the sight of the road and missed the places we had once come to despise. On these drives, we'd talk, sing along to the radio, argue, debate, or just simply sit and listen to silence, much like I was doing. These trips usually felt freeing and reckless, but this time I felt helpless and strange. I brushed it off without a second thought. It was a beautiful day, and I was with the man, that I know I could one day love. What could go wrong?

As we glided through the evening, I couldn't help but gaze at the sky, like I was expecting something from it. It was reaching seven o'clock and the sky was slowly turning into a gray mass of clouds as the sun went down. 

'Think it's gonna rain" I implored curling my pale hair around my index finger.

As if Mother Nature had placed her ear inside of our car the bottom fell out of the sky. Boy did it fall hard. We rolled up our windows as quickly possible, even though our reactions weren't fast enough. Within thirty seconds we were drenched. I've always loved the way rain felt, but I absolutely hate the way it drains the blue from the sky. Everything seemed ominous during a thunderstorm. There was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach as I looked out at the once bright ceiling that covered the earth. 

"Jess.." I began.

"Yes," he answered.

"I don't like this rain," I said quietly

"Jesus Christ, Olivia. Stop using your worried voice, we're going to be fine. A little fall of rain is exactly what this Earth needs. It's cleansing Liv."

With that he took a hand that was supposed to be on the wheel, and let it fall on my exposed thigh, giving it a small, yet comforting squeeze. 

Author's Note

This is just what I have so far, I would like input on what I can do make what I have better, or if I should continue it at all.

Reviews

[writ rajat]

this is awesome i like this very nice good composition

[Jack...]

I think you have to continue now, it is no fair setting this up and leaving us hanging. I like it so far.