The Story Of Us

by kittyhasnosoul

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 938

together.

together.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-16 08:51:41 UTC

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I could feel the bumpiness of the road throughout my whole body, each individual movement leaving an imprint in my mind. This moment was one of those moments I would forget shortly after, I thought. In a year, or maybe even a week, or an hour, I would look back and see nothing but a blur. I wouldn’t remember the rattle of the speed bump that we went over at exactly 4:23, causing the whole car to shake all at once, not the cold feeling as my hand briefly touched the window as rain covered the surface. Along with the small inconveniences, there were some things I knew I would never forget; the sweat on my back as it was pressed against the soft yet firm car seat, causing me discomfort in the slightest of ways. The shakiness of my hand that rested on the armrest, the smile that I was unable to keep off of my face.

I would remember the awkward attempt at casual conversation with the driver, attempting to keep in my excitement and feeling ashamed when I know that they can tell I am barely keeping myself together. I bite the skin of my lip clean off, layer by layer, not thinking about the possibility of it bleeding. It hurts, I can feel it, but it only adds to my excitement as the car rushes down the highway, nearing our destination.

In that moment, I could not dare think about when it was time to exit the vehicle. All that existed in my world was my car seat, the broken skin of my lip, my shirt sticking to my sweaty back, and my hands pressed together on my lap in an attempt of a casual stance. I knew that there would be a point when I would have to allow my elbow to leave the comfort of the armrest, and I was more than happy to do so, but the prospect was so far in the future that when it came time to do so, it felt as if someone had superglued me to the seat.

I saw you, and my heart raced. I was afraid, I was excited, and even though I could not wait for the chance to stand up and get out of the cramped car, I found myself wishing that I was back in time at 4:23, when we ran over the speed bump.

My door opened, and I looked up, feeling my face turning bright red. You grabbed my hand; it was warm, and a bit sweaty, just like mine probably was. Your arm pulled me from the seat where I had sat since noon that morning, and I let you, allowing my legs to stretch and step out of the car onto the slightly wet grass. I was pulled into a tight hug and my eyes closed as I felt my fear diminish, feeling your heartbeat as fast as mine was and taking it as a sign of comfort.

We broke apart, and I was the first to speak, “I thought you said you wouldn’t hug me first.”

You laughed for a second, eyes squinted with your beautiful eyelashes right in front of me. I could see red spreading across your freckles like I had seen before, but never this close. I found myself smiling, too.

You took me into your room, and I found myself staring at what was to be seen. As creepy as it was, it made me happy to be in the same place where you slept. I glanced over at the computer where we had had Skype calls many times before, then at the half full glass of water next to it. The curtains were just as I had seen in pictures, and so were the bedsheets. Everything was perfect.

We make small talk, though it all seems unnatural. We say all the things we usually do, except it’s much different. I can hear you say these things, I can watch your eyes brighten up as your beautiful smile spreads across your face, I can see the hand gestures you make as you talk. In this moment, I come to the sudden realization that this is real, that this isn’t a simple session of video chatting, and the screen between us is nonexistent. We are together, and it’s fucking strange.

Moments later, we are sitting side by side on your mattress, after fumbling with the bunk-bed like contraption underneath it. Our hands are intertwined, and I can feel that they are no longer sweaty, but still warm. I really, really want to hug you, but I refrain from doing so for now.

“Hey, Lynny,” I say, after a few seconds of non-awkward silence.

“Mhm?” you reply, and I can tell that you’re sleepy.

I took a second and looked into your eyes, and so did you. I’ve done this many times before, but that was on video call. It’s pretty hard to give somebody love eyes when you’re looking at them through a 2008 macbook cam.

“I love you.” My glance falls to the floor, and then back at you.

“I love you more.” you say, and I move a bit closer to you, just by a bit.

“No, I love you more. Fight me.”

“Okay, I will,” you reply, and we both smile at each other, and everything feels right. You lean in and place a kiss on my cheek, and my smile widens. I can’t help myself from giggling and wrapping my arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug.