one thirty eight in the morning

because

1.

i hugged my knees to my chest as the wind from the open windows kissed my face and made my hair dance wildly. i was slightly scared and incrediby excited.

he played music that made me feel as if it was written for this exact moment. one thirty eight in the morning, driving in a car with somebody that my parents didn't know while i was supposed to be blissfully asleep in my bed. each note intertwined with every feeling i was currently experiencing.

excited.

scared.

free.

i laughed, already i was drunk on the feeling of being rebellious.  i looked over at him to find he was already looking at me with a grin on his face.

suddenly aware of how ridiculous i probably looked, i ran my fingers through my hair, "what?"

"hm?" he looked at the road before glancing back at me.

"why are you staring at me?" i felt my cheeks heat up and the tips of my fingers tingle, but i kept a smirk plastered on my face.

"oh, i don't know." he bit his lip and clutched the steering wheel. my heart could have burst out of my chest there.