Day 8: Front’s Seat’s For People Who Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Fucking Numpties
“Front seat’s for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties,” said Simon, his words sinking from his lips to mine as he kissed me (in between sentences just like he knew I liked).
“I really wish I never told you that,” I said, biting at his lips.
After a moment of this (time lulling to a honey-like consistency) he pulled away, though he kept his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
“I can’t believe we’re snogging in your aunt’s car,” said Simon with a breathy chuckle.
“We’re like any other teenage couple,” I said, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. He smirked.
“Except you’re a vampire and I’m the Chosen One and I don’t even know if I’m gay or not,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said firmly, digging my fingers into the thick fabric of his jumper. “But you know what does? This.”
I leaned forward and kissed him hard enough to push him back against the passenger side door. Whatever he was about to say faded into an indignant muffle. I never ceased to feel a spark of triumph whenever he reached for me, held on to me. I hoped that this never changed.
When I leaned back he was breathing heavily, his rosy cheeks even rosier.
(I loved that I had this effect on him).
“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he said after a pause. He shook his head, almost like resignation. “You’re attractive either way.”
“Damn right,” I said, tossing my hair for good measure (I knew he secretly loved when I did that).
“Oh fuck off,” Simon sighed.
Instead I pulled him close, nestled in the crook of the driver’s side door. There wasn’t much leg space, but at the moment I didn’t quite care. I cared so acutely about this moment instead. Because Simon was curled into my arms, and his hair was brushing my chin and I could feel his heart racing beneath the wool of his jumper. These were the things I cared about. I relished every bit of this, even the fact that our legs were tangled and pins and needles had begun to bloom in my feet. It wasn’t perfect—but then again, neither were we.
Sure, the front seat wasn’t for people who had been kidnapped by fucking numpties. It was for an ordinary teenage couple.
Well… one was a vampire and one was supposed to save the world. But this—this felt almost normal.