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fourteen

adym ♕

"where are we going?," the brunette princess whines. 

i turn to the side and ruffle her hair, telling her she has to be patient. my hands are unfamiliarly tight around the steering wheel and my thoughts clouded. is this decision impulsive or do i really want to? for the first time in forever, the answer is not black and white. 

"i can't believe you even blindfolded me. i feel like anastasia from fifty shades of grey," she scoffs with a smile. 

"if you want, we could make that happen more," i say grabbing onto her hand and squeezing. 

melody smiles, lightly punching me in the chest. well, she was probably going for the arm but its a little tough to navigate when you're blindfolded if you know what i mean. 

we ride the rest of the nine miles in a comfortable silence, both of us consumed by our thoughts. drake fills the empty spaces where our words should be and we slowly fall deep into our bag. what can i say, drake has that effect on people. 

"we're here," i cough out, stepping out of the car and opening the passenger door. 

"can i take this off now," she whines once again, fingering the black fabric. 

"no ill tell you when. for now, just follow me."