heâd always been relatively impulsive, kai knew this. from age six to sixteen that aspect of his personality had gone completely unchanged. it was one am when heâd shown up at the parker home, fistful of pebbles in hand to launch at his boyfriendâs window. he was ready for an adventure, needed to get out of portland, needed something different â just for a couple hours. then they could go back home, pretend theyâd been in their beds all along.
the drive to mt. rainier was two and a half hours â two and a half hours of fists banging into the roof of his car, songs being yelled on what looked like an endless stretch of high. it was nice, freeing almost. heâd always liked driving, especially at night. he could just, drive. no traffic, just whatever tape heâd had in the car, or radio station he could pick up, and (most times) kai to the right of him.
buying him a car had, hands down, been the nicest things his parents had ever done for him. well, it was less âparentsâ and more of a gift from his mother, but that was irrelevant. flying down the highway in the middle of the night was the kind of comforting simplicity he craved.
the drive through the park was calming, music turned down, eyes fixed on the road before settling on a destination to pull over. he loved portland, couldnât imagine living anywhere else, but sometimes he needed complete quiet, needed to get away from everything. besides, you could see everything â little to no light pollution, just the night sky; and heâd checked, there were at least seven planets visible tonight, and even though kai hadnât asked for an explanation, if he had it was a safe bet he wouldâve said it was for the sake of space.
the two had climbed onto the roof of his car, blanket he kept just occasions just like this wrapped around their shoulders. heâd been silent for the better part of thirty minutes, wide blues taking in the night sky as his head rested on the otherâs shoulders. this was perfect, but he couldnât help but have the gnawing sensation that this was fleeting, that things wouldnât always be like this.
if he could, he would bottle this moment. carry a piece of it with him always. they wouldnât be in high school forever, and one day responsibilities would creep up on both of them. one day they wouldnât be able to drive two hours in the middle of the night to sit in the woods and not talk. one day, this would just be a memory, and that was⌠that was sad, wasnât it? it was sad that growing up meant you had to stop doing the things you love. no wonder his parents were miserable.
tristanâs grip on kai subconsciously tightened, the stress heâd been running away from sitting heavy on his shoulders. he shouldâve known this wasnât going to fix everything â after all, no matter where you are, there you are.
he shook his head, shifting to press a kiss to kaiâs neck. another feeling, moment, he wished he could bottle. âjust thinkinâ.â when this was all said and done, theyâd probably go to a diner, somewhere truckers found themselves at ungodly hours. theyâd have breakfast and talk about how much they hated school, theyâd talk about what movie they were probably going to see on friday, whoâs basement show theyâd be going to over the weekend. that would be perfect too, in itâs own way. not this, but a different feeling entirely. âthanks for letting me drag you out of bed⌠itâs not â itâs not the same by yourself, you know?â
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