#stephina

Dandies room smells like metal and cleaner and disinfectant Air conditioner and cold.

Jackie’s room smells like gold, and tarinish. It smells like old fabric and new cleaner Like centuries of age and modern technology mashed together

Hazzles room smells like a cave. and rocks, and stone, and wet fur Like pine trees and dirt and snow

That at around one I am, I knocked on your bedroom door, my colorful 90s jumper on over my star themed pajamas. Keys in hand. "Let's go for a ride"

We put the top down,  I put in a cd instead of just the static from the radio. We drove letting the wind pick are hair up and spreading it out. You sat on the Orange crate seat, seatbelt on as we drove down the old first road nobody ever used except us at almost 90 miles per hour. We didn't talk, we didn't want to talk. We just wanted the wind. Suddenly out of nowhere I hit the break, and we kinda slowed to stop but it also all at once, launching you forward but not enough to hurt you. "F***" I said dropping my head on to the steering wheel and sound of a dining horn echoed thru the woods. I lifted my head and we sat there for a long time, listening to the woods, the winds, the science. After a long moment I started the car again. And I drove slowly this time, the speed limit this time.  To town.    I pulled up into the parking lot of a tiny town. There was only 2 other cars in the parking lot, and all of it was lit by dying orangish street light. The name of the store was written in a hand painted sing and was some ma and pa shop. I pushed the cardor angrily with my feet and you got out camly. I was expressing your feelings, you didn't know why, it's always been like that. "Hi Kitta" a boy at front counter said waving. He was In. High school like us, but he handed takin care of the acne problem just yet. Or maybe it just didn't matter at 1 am. "Hi Jackson" I waved leaning on the counter "no ash tonight" "nah, but don't tell him he doesn't know I left him" Jackson nodded and smiled, like I was an old friend he bean thinking about. Maybe I was. "Any way  jack, can you help me with something" "sure, that's apparently my job" I laughed l "funny. Anyway, it's that girls" I said pointing at you you waved but didn't smile he nodded to you "18th birthday, and we need a cake. "Didn't bin buy a cake yesterday" "yeah, but that was like a cake" I said shrugging my shoulders back and saying cake in a more casual way. "We need a cake." This time I lead in close to the counter slamming my fist lightly on the counter, in a more serious and demanding tone. Jackson nodded, he was in high school and completely understood. "Chocolate?" He asked opening the counter and pulling out a small cake, it was one with the a Barbie doll in where the cake was the skirt. He also grabbed some plastic forks, and you went and got bottled water and hot chocolate from the machine. I paid for the food, said my goodbyes. And left just like that. All at once cake in hand.

That at around one I am, I knocked on your bedroom door, my colorful 90s jumper on over my star themed pajamas. Keys in hand. "Let's go for a ride"

They were planing to surprise bin and we walked in