Hard To Explain

“Well, it was nice meeting you guys, but I think I´ll be heading home now,” she responded with a sultry stance, reaching for my hand and pulling me with her. Shocked, I stayed silent, not protesting, and followed her. With eyes wide in shock and jealousy, Rob and Jake´s eyes trailed us as we made our way out. Outside, I saw a polished, black, Trans Am, my dream car. ´This is me;´ she stated nonchalantly. I slid into the passenger seat, admiring the original renovations, and leather seats, a true classic beauty. As she turned her stereo on, Five Years by David Bowieplayed softly, a soft chuckle escaped my lips, Sarie turned to me questioningly. I opened my mouth to explain, but just whispered “I´ll tell you when the song is over.” I rolled my window down, and stuck my head out, enjoying the warm breeze against my closed eyelids, singing along. “I´ve got fiveeee yeaarss, stuck on myyyy eyesss, fiveeee yearsss, what a surpriseee, we´ve got fiveeee yearsss.” As we approached the red light, I could feel her gaze on me, as the song ended she commented, “you´re quite the singer yourself,” she chuckled. “Okay, so as we made our way to your show, my friends and I were listening to Bowie, and we have this habit of making top five or top ten lists of music, films, and books. Pretty dorky, I know, but we were making a top five list of Bowie´s greatest songs, and I realized we completely forgot Five Years. She laughed at the innocence of my chuckle, and turned her gaze back to the road.

Notes

First five chapters are done, now to write some more!