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The headlights were growing in size, beginning to play their illumination over the driver's side of the car, beginning to shine dully on Alexis' face facing Matthew's face. She sighed heavily.
"Of course."
She looked Matthew in the face, those growing headlights beginning to bring more definition to the glistening hole of his left eye. She held firm on his body pushing it against the passenger side of the car with her hands and with the weight of her own body. She cocked her head, put on her best flirting smile and looked into his blank face.
"Oh Matthew, you say the sweetest things," she said and laughed lightly, part for show and part because she was cracking herself up.
The headlights were intense to the point of hurting her eyes, which had adjusted themselves to the darkness. Matthew's face was washed of all color, the blank look and loose hanging jaw made him look somewhat bewildered. She could hear an engine that obviously needed some work that was a tad louder than it should have been.
Alexis ran her hand down his side and felt a tackiness where he had stuck himself with his own knife.
"Matthew," she said with a smile and small giggle. "You're so silly."
She could hear the pressure come off the engine a tad, as though the driver had taken their foot off of the accelerator.
The flirtatious smile never left her face. Alexis took a deep breath, held it, and pushed her face against Matthew's. She pushed her lips against his upper one. Matthews hanging jaw placed his bottom lip on her chin. Alexis closed her eyes and thought of anything else; of the trip to Yellowstone she took as child on the way to Michigan, of butterflies, of eating popcorn at the movies.
She listened to the car approaching. She could tell it was slowing down, she just wasn't sure what she was dealing with here, a do-gooder or worse. She wished that she had thought to have taken Matthews knife out of the car with her.
Alexis tried not to think about how deep the knife wound she currently had her hand covering actually was. She tried not to think about how she had a dead lip between her own in a stage kiss, about how that lip was already cooling.
The car was upon them, she could hear it on the other side of the Cadillac, moving at what was probably about 15 miles an hour. A normal person wouldn't pull over, seeing what must look like a couple making out, would they? Maybe this was a cop. Alexis could feel her heart beating heavy, she could feel a dizziness coming over her. She was trying to think of what was going to be her next move if a cop pulled over and approached. The car crawled by, tortuously slow.
A howling wolf call filled the surrounding canyon. "Do it!" some male voice called out.
Alexis opened her left eye, and gazing past the staring dead eye of Matthew in the foreground saw what looked like a Chevy Malibu with the leering faces of two teenage boys looking at them lasciviously through open windows. The car finally sped up and moved along.
"Of course."
She looked Matthew in the face, those growing headlights beginning to bring more definition to the glistening hole of his left eye. She held firm on his body pushing it against the passenger side of the car with her hands and with the weight of her own body. She cocked her head, put on her best flirting smile and looked into his blank face.
"Oh Matthew, you say the sweetest things," she said and laughed lightly, part for show and part because she was cracking herself up.
The headlights were intense to the point of hurting her eyes, which had adjusted themselves to the darkness. Matthew's face was washed of all color, the blank look and loose hanging jaw made him look somewhat bewildered. She could hear an engine that obviously needed some work that was a tad louder than it should have been.
Alexis ran her hand down his side and felt a tackiness where he had stuck himself with his own knife.
"Matthew," she said with a smile and small giggle. "You're so silly."
She could hear the pressure come off the engine a tad, as though the driver had taken their foot off of the accelerator.
The flirtatious smile never left her face. Alexis took a deep breath, held it, and pushed her face against Matthew's. She pushed her lips against his upper one. Matthews hanging jaw placed his bottom lip on her chin. Alexis closed her eyes and thought of anything else; of the trip to Yellowstone she took as child on the way to Michigan, of butterflies, of eating popcorn at the movies.
She listened to the car approaching. She could tell it was slowing down, she just wasn't sure what she was dealing with here, a do-gooder or worse. She wished that she had thought to have taken Matthews knife out of the car with her.
Alexis tried not to think about how deep the knife wound she currently had her hand covering actually was. She tried not to think about how she had a dead lip between her own in a stage kiss, about how that lip was already cooling.
The car was upon them, she could hear it on the other side of the Cadillac, moving at what was probably about 15 miles an hour. A normal person wouldn't pull over, seeing what must look like a couple making out, would they? Maybe this was a cop. Alexis could feel her heart beating heavy, she could feel a dizziness coming over her. She was trying to think of what was going to be her next move if a cop pulled over and approached. The car crawled by, tortuously slow.
A howling wolf call filled the surrounding canyon. "Do it!" some male voice called out.
Alexis opened her left eye, and gazing past the staring dead eye of Matthew in the foreground saw what looked like a Chevy Malibu with the leering faces of two teenage boys looking at them lasciviously through open windows. The car finally sped up and moved along.
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