#stillsmiiling

U KNOW I LOVE U PLS

J.D. wasn’t entirely sure why Cathy had begun hanging around him, or why he continued to let her. He supposed that everyone needed to let loose and do stupid shit, and for Cathy, being with him provided her with ample opportunities. Not that they were ‘with’ each other. Per se. They just snuck out together at night to do stupid, reckless things, like the teenagers they were.

It was past two in the morning, and they were hurdling down the empty street at fifty miles an hour in a thirty-five, hot air blowing through the open windows and making their hair tangle as they went. It was spring, nearly summer, the air humid and sticky. Sweat dripped down his face, though whether that was due to the time of year or because he and Cathy had just run like hell and jumped into his father’s car was anyone’s guess. He’d “borrowed it” for tonight’s excursion, which was to throw a rock in Betty Linetti’s window. J.D. barely knew Betty Linetti, but he didn’t like her -- and it wasn’t like he ever needed much excuse to throw a rock in someone’s window. He’d parked the car three blocks away, so they wouldn’t be spotted, but that meant that when Mr. Linetti came outside to see who’d just broken his window, he and Cathy had had quite a run to make it back to the car.

His breath was just getting back to normal, a grin still on his lips, as he said, “I’ll get you back to your place. Want me to drop you off a couple blocks away so the engine won’t wake up your parents?”

Even as he spoke, he began riving towards Cathy’s neighborhood, which was about five minutes away, and shut off the headlights so no one would see them.

        “So what happened with you last night? I lost you after a while. Did you at least have fun?”

GIRL PLS. MY SWEET FLOWER.