18.) Exclusive Agreement
Blackness laid on top of me, a still, cold blackness. Something pounded in the distance...drums. The banging grew louder, inched closer, until it closed in.
I opened my eyes. My bedroom's white ceiling seeped into my vision as the cell phone alarm beeped. I grabbed it off of my headrest and looked at the time: 5:45am. Dace should be here soon. God, I can't wait to be next to him again, to delight in his super cute and equally as hot crooked smile.
Despite my body griping at me to stay in bed, I gathered some strength and trudged to the bathroom. Still in the hooded top I wore last night, I patted some moose onto my frizzy curls and then brushed my teeth. After freshening up and slipping into my boots, I tip-toed downstairs and quickly made two ham sandwiches. Dad shouldn't notice the few missing slices. The man eats like a damn gorilla. And he could use less; his growing, fur-ball belly made him look like one, too.
My phone rang as I finished zip-locking the sandwiches.
I swiftly answered. "Hello?"
"Good morning." Dace's voice pumped life into my blood. "I'm outside."
"Okay, see you in a sec." I glanced at my parent's bedroom before creeping out of the house. I'm not sure if Dad's aware of my plan, but I let Mom know last night—well technically a few hours ago. I don't need her thinking I got kidnapped or something.
Dace had his window open, as usual, that delightful crooked smile on his face as I approached. He also wore the same black long-sleeve and Harvey Davis cap from the night before. Not many guys can rock ball-caps, but he certainly can.
I got into the passenger. "I didn't really plan where we'd watch the sunrise, but I brought sandwiches."
His smile grew. "That's fine, I know a place."
Mmm, a surprise. I love surprises.
Through Dace's stereo speakers, a man half-sang, half-moaned in a slow, alternative song.
"I like this band," I said.
"They're called 'A Perfect Circle.'"
I focused on the words as Dace drove me to the unknown.
"I'd sell my soul, my self esteem, a dollar at a time.
One chance, one kiss, one taste
of you, my Magdalena."
I looked at Dace. He kept his gaze on the road as the skies lazily lightened to purplish blue. I'd sell my soul? That's a little...intense.
Dace peered at me, his dark eyes still glistening with that spark from a few hours ago after our passionate kiss. But his gaze sent a message I couldn't decipher...yet.
He watched the road again. The creepy song finished and a popular Disturbed one replaced it.
"This"—he turned up the volume a few notches—"is my favorite band."
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