(A/N This chapter is a little shorter, but I have been super busy! Just a filler, did not revise so ignore typos as much as you can. Also I would love to see more votes and comments!)
Logan
She reminded me of a poem. Perfectly structured. No part of her body stuck out, she was handcrafted by a higher force, perhaps God himself designed her curves just for me alone. Her voice was soothing. Her hair was blonde and beautiful. Her breath smelled like cigarettes. She was everything and she was nothing. She reminded me of a poem that spoke words of hope. A poem that was so wisely thought out. A poem that was written personally for me.
Heather
There are things better left on the down low. The fact I woke up with an arm over me which belonged to Chip. Or the fact I couldn't help but feel his breathe against my neck, and the new emotions it made me feel. I was falling for Chip and there are better things left unsaid.
Chip and I left the motel around eleven in the morning. We had our eyes on Vegas and we were about two hundred miles out. I craved to see the lights of vegas, the sound of people’s regret, and I always wanted to visit a real life Las Vegas Chapel.
Chip decided he would drive since it was the gentleman-like thing to do. I would've normally flipped out on a guy even thinking about touching the wheel in my car, but it was Chip and Chip was my best friend. Well, he was my only friend. I never had luck with having a best friend, besides Noel but I had to share him with John.
“Darling would you do me the absolute pleasure of passing me a cigarette?”
I was knocked out of my nostalgia, and reached around to the back of the car without looking. I felt the spine of a book, it was the last book in John and I’s favorite series. The one he would never be able to read. I still haven’t cracked it open. The books followed a girl in her never-ending journey with a boy who was made out of a magical tree, so they search the globe hoping to find his destiny. The author wasn't very popular, I don’t know how John ever picked up the book.
I found the pack of cigarettes in Chip’s jacket pocket. I got the pack out and tossed it at him. He was caught off guard and started to laugh. “You know that just being plain out rude isn't very lady like darlin’. I mean we did shared a bed together last night.”
I wanted to punch him in the face, but I wanted to go back to those hours. We haven’t long left the motel, but I wanted to lay there and just sleep.
“Sorry, I’m in a pissy mood.”
“Darlin’ that’s quite all right but leave my cigarettes out of it.”
“Why do you smoke anyways? It’s bad for you and your lungs are practically going to be darker than the way my dad drinks his coffee.” I felt a ping of emotions when I talked about my dad. I wondered how he was doing, but at the same time I could care less.
“Well, I started smoking back in high school and never found a good reason to quit. Does it bother you? Because I can quit anytime you need me to.” He said while lighting the cigarette that was placed in between his lips.
“When I decide I want you to be apart of my life longer than intended I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Just cut out my heart already!” He said laughing. He inhaled on his killer and rolled down the windows.
After a while of singing along to songs and pointless conversations we passed a sign that indicated ninety miles to Las Vegas. “Look a here baby! We’re almost there!” Chip screamed.
“Don’t call me baby.” I said trying to hide the red in my cheeks. I decided to read the book that would never meet John’s eyes to find closure in knowing the girl’s last adventure. I looked around the back, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to read.” I said returning to the front.
“Don’t spoil the ending.”
“You haven’t read these books, why do you care?” I asked puzzled, there was no way a person like Chip would've ever put is sight on this book. These books were mine and John’s secret getaway, and I didn’t feel like sharing.
“You’re going to tell me all about them when you finish that one so I have something to read when you start driving.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Chip fell silent after that. I was halfway through the book when my eyes caught a glimpse of Vegas lights.
