My Trip Home

They sat in the backseat of the car together. The driver's side seat was full of boxes, forcing the boy and girl to scrunch together with him in the middle and her on the passenger's side. At first it was a bit uncomfortable and awkward, but soon enough, they sat quietly together, sharing little glances as the car drove down the road, speeding along.

She whispered to him that she was tired, and was going to take a little nap on the way home. He smiled, nodded, and carefully watched her lay back her head, letting her eyes fall closed. Traveling so fast down the smooth road, hearing the humming of the engine, the vibration of the car itself, it was all very soothing. He looked around for a moment, seeing the sun dip into the horizon just as his eyes came back to her. The sun fell across her face, showing her beauty to him. He knew how gorgeous she was long before that moment, but she looked even moreso in that light. He saw her breathing slowly, knowing she was already asleep, and she'd only just closed her eyes minutes earlier. A smile again came to his face, watching her resting beside him.

He relaxed in his seat, allowing himself to enjoy the rest of the ride home as well. He yawned, putting his hand to his mouth when he felt her shift, then feeling something pressing against his shoulder. He glanced over and saw that she was lying against him, her face so soft and relaxed. Staring at her, she seemed so comfortable... no, comforted, almost, more than he'd ever seen her in his life. It seemed to him as if she was always holding something back when she was awake, but now, she was carefree and... happy. He hoped that it was because she was lying with him, but... nahhh.

Someone in the front opened their window, letting the cool wind rush into the warm car. It hit her face, sending her long, ruby red hair whipping into his eyes, but he didn't care. He breathed deeply, smelling a hint of the aroma of that beautiful hair of hers: Berries. He couldn't tell exactly what type it was supposed to be, but her hair smelled so good, so fresh, and deep down, he knew he'd never forget that smell as long as he lived.

Someone upfront called back at him, asking if the wind was bothering them. He shook his head, feeling her hair gently blowing against him, covering his eyes as he let them close. He lay back, letting his body fully relax as he realized at that very moment there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right there in that backseat with her...