How to Steal a Happy Ending

•seven• Lessons in Love: the start of something stupid

"The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club.

The second rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. "

-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

~~~ OCTOBER, Junior Year.~~~

We stood in the parking lot behind the Dairy Shack, him looking for his bike and I for my brain.

I don't know if it was curiosity or just sheer stupidity that drove me here. Maybe my life was just so sick of me that it decided to kick me out and throw me in another one. One involving boys with dangerous delusions and brown leather jackets.

The empty lot was lit by a single, flickering streetlamp that threw its artificial light over the space like a cheap nylon blanket. And etched into it was the silhouette of the devil himself. I watched as he slithered through the narrow gap between two cars and jumped over the hood of another to reach his destination. He then turned and looked at me expectantly.

I took a deep breath... and walked around the whole set up. As I approached his motorcycle, a frown of disapproval was painted across his forehead.

I held my hands up in defense, "I'm wearing a skirt!"

He pulled on the biker gloves that were previously draped across the handle bars, "Well, you were wearing underwear, weren't you?"

I scoffed. And upon finding nothing witty to say back, I scoffed again. A soft clinking of keys and the engine roared to life. He threw his leg over the two-wheeler, one hand on the gas and the other on the clutch. When I get on, it won't look anywhere near as cool as that.

My back stiffened as he revved the motorcycle. It's not like I've never been on one before, it was just that James is the kind of idiot that thinks he's too cool to buy a helmet. And he drives like hell is dancing on his heels. He tilted his head, first towards me and then towards the pillion.

Sure, I'd survived the drive here but I wasn't going to tempt fate twice in one night. "You know, I was thinking we should walk. Don't wanna mess up my hair." And die.

He gave me a close examination. And as my eyes connected with his, a shiver ran up my spine. Those eyes... Those eyes were a color I couldn't quite put my finger on. They didn't remind me of faded jeans or the paint peeling off of the walls behind me. It wasn't the ocean or the sky. His eyes were the kind of blue that held you. That made you feel like you were part of something extravagant. In that moment, I knew I was going wherever they told me to.

Finally, he shrugged. "You look like shit anyway. So just get on."

I whacked his shoulder as I clumsily climbed onto the back of his bike. "Shut up."

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"So the sun has set, we're all alone and you're taking me into the middle of the woods. I feel like I'm in a horror movie." I said as I jumped over a log, "That or a really bad romcom."

He just ignored me and sprinted a few feet ahead. By the time I joined him in the clearing, he was already settled on the grass and leaning against an oak tree. Its large trunk split into two thick branches, forming the shape of a Y. The heat that hung in the air left with the sun. And the moon shone upon us like the grinning bastard of nightly endeavors.

"This is so dumb. I have to get home soon, you know? Why couldn't we just talk in the booth?" I kicked a medium-sized rock hard enough for it to roll over onto its muddy back. "This is just dumb," I repeated under my breath, mostly in an attempt to convince myself.