Safe With Me

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He kissed me in response.

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After my stomach was full and Will's too, we got back in the car.

"Where to now, Sunshine?"

"Anywhere. I will literally go anywhere with you."

"Don't get all sappy on me now," I say jokingly.

"I'm not trying to be sappy, just honest," he replies seriously.

"Damn it, that's what I'm talking about, Will," I say, reaching for his hand.

He smiled shyly, and brought my hand to his lips, kissing it softly before bringing our intertwined hands back to rest on the console.

"How about the park?" He said finally.

"Yeah," I agreed.

The remainder of the ride was spent listening to the pre-release songs of Pray For The Wicked. High Hopes was playing and I couldn't help but smile.

"Mama said
Burn your biographies
Rewrite your history
Light up your wildest dreams
Museum victories, everyday
We wanted everything, wanted everything."

"Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated
All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting."

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes."

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million
Always had high, high hopes."

He hit low notes and I hit high ones, creating this two person harmony that, in my opinion, would put our school's choir to shame.

I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but couldn't help but sneak a glance at Will, whose head was nodding softly to the beat as he sang the words. His eyes were closed, and several of his yellow blond curls flopped into his face. If he noticed, he didn't care. I forced myself to divert my attention back to the road, because if I didn't do it right then, I don't think I
ever would have been able to look away from him.

I pulled into a spot alongside the curb, the sidewalk a river of bustling New Yorkers. Once out of the car, Will took my hand and we started along one of the paths.

Will seemed a little lost in his own thoughts, so I pulled him over to a bench, almost hidden from sight due to the overgrown bushes surrounding it. Hesitating, he sat down facing me.

Brushing a curl out of his face, I softly said,"Hey." He offered me a small smile,"Hey."

I placed a hand on his knee,"What's up? You seem a little tense." He shook his head,"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," I said.

"But it's stupid," he replied.

"Anything that makes you worry, isn't stupid," I stated, stressing the 'you.' If a 'nothing' is big enough to upset Will, happy all the time, made of sunshine Will, it's definitely 'something.'