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Anything here is purely from Naka's mind. She never did any of this! Don't think she did. She would never lie about some ones sexual preference. Although her dad can drive in the dark.
The head-lights dimmed as the cars passed us. My eyes followed the lights as if they were fireflies, darting back and forth. I loved going on the highway...well, I loved going on the highway when Plum Lake was at the end. There was a quiet yawn from next to me and,"What are you doing?" I looked at him and smiled,"Thinking. Just thinking." He shrugged and looked out the window. Yeah, I had dragged him up here against his will. Sue me. I wanted him to see the beautiful lake at sunset. I want him to be there when the water went from murky green to a viberant purple, outlined in orange. Only him. But I only got half of my wish. I needed some one to drive us there and that was were my parents came in. Plum Lake was a yearly trip for my family and it took some serious begging to let him come. Begging and a bitter lie about his sexual prefence. He was bisexual, I just brought it to the next level. I had even told him about what I had told my parents and he didn't seem mad. The car slowed to a stop as all of the lights flooded back. My eyes widened in surprise at the sudden, blinding white lights. I clicked off my seat belt (A must-have in my parent's car) and slid out of the seat and started to, half stagger half run, toward the gas station. You see, in my "thinking" I had forgotten that I really had to go to the bathroom. I pushed the door open, ignoring the Oh-so-famous chime of the bell.
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I exited the bathroom after a short, pain-inducing chat with an elderly woman who thought she was witty. You meet the wierdest people in gas stations. He smiled at me and picked up a candy bar. His smile turned itself into a grin and said,"Think fast." Before I knew it I had a bar of chocolatey goodness soring toward my head. I ducked, narrowly escaping a candy-coated blow from a pack of freshly thrown M&Ms and grasped for the closest object, a pack of skittles.
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I picked up the pile of candy and placed the bars in their correct spots. I felt alittle more than embarrassed about having to pick all of it up but atleast he had to too. We both laughed awkwardly as we walked back to the car. He opened the door for me. Surely a sign. I moved to get in but he swiftly moved in first. I'm guessing it wasn't according to his plan that I would end up in his lap, blushing, but there I was. He blushed and I scooted myself hastily off of him and into the seat next to him. There was a click as my parents open the car door and sat down. A groan escape me as I clicked on my seat belt and slumped down in the seat. I looked over at him and stuck out my tongue, mouthing the most famous two words for kindergardeners,"I won." He grinned and punched my leg, making my flinch and instinctively grab for it. My father looked back at me, frowning in a fake way. I could see the smile glisten in his eyes. My father was up to something.
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He shifted quietly in his seat. It had gotten almost too dark to do any reading or writing. There was nothing left to do but stare out the window. I glanced at him then back out into the dim forest. We had finally left the highway and now we were cruising down a forest road. I blinked and heard,"Don't do that." I looked forward at my mother, who had spoken. Suddenly the headlights went out and everything went dark. He made a sound close to "Eep" as I began to laugh. My father always did this. Amazingly my father could drive in the dark. The lights flickered back to life at the hand of my father. A smile reached to me in the way that a stare gives you a chill. My Dream Boy was happy. A smile leaked from my lips, spreading across the car, to everyone in it. It would be a great trip.
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We reached the hotel in a matter of about twenty minutes. The Honda Element hummed to a stop infront of the hotel. I was a little too excited about getting sleep and tripped out of the car rather than climbing out. Being the first to the trunk, I got the honor of opening it, a deadly task for some one as clumsy as me. Amazingly I managed to pop the trunk with out breaking a finger or hitting my head. I pulled the luggage out one by one, grabbing a few random parcels and heading for the lobby doors. As I entered the lobby I was stunned by the silence and sat on an over-stuffed sofa, trying to get a hold on myself. My mother and father walked in shortly after, followed by my Dream Boy. He sat next to me while my parents checked us in. After a minute or so of mingling my parents handed me a key with the instruction,"You share a room with him." My jaw nearly dropped to the ground. I could only assume that Dream Boy was as utterly shocked as I was. What could I do? I had already lied and it would be a horrid trip if I spilled the beans. It would just have to be an awkward night. Very awkward.
To Be Continued...When Naka Feels Like It...
 Nakamura-san · Sun Nov 19, 2006 @ 01:55am · 9 Comments |
