Its just reality

                                    

                                          
It was my turn to drive and Kian would just sit and talk. We picked up the photo booth and put it on the bed of the truck. It was starting to get dark. Kian fell asleep in a ball on the passenger seat. I turned up the radio to Thomas Rhett singing, Make me wanna. I knew if Kian woke up and heard country music on the radio he'd never let it go. 
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Then before I knew it I was singing and Kian woke up.
                          
"Hey I like this song!" He started singing too.
sI laughed.
We sang together until the camp aWandawega in 2 miles sign came up.
                          
"So 4 more days, and then you're leaving"
                          
"Oh crap!" I totally forgot I don't have a ride home because Bradley left that crackhead and my moms car is recked. 
                          
"Whats wrong?" 
                          
"I--" I coughed "don't have a ride home. I was supposed to go with Bradley but turns out she's a crack head so I can't and my moms car was hit a couple days ago"
                          
"How do you know?"
                          
"There was survive at that small town" 
                          
"YOU HAVE A PHONE?!" 
                          
"Ya"
                          
"Take a picture with me!" 
                          
"We have a photo booth in the back of this truck and you want to take one with my phone"
                          
"Ya"
                          
"Well I'm driving"
                          
"Pull over" he grabbed the steering wheel and pulled over.
                          
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled slapping his arms.
                          
"What?"
                          
"You can't do that!" I threw my phone at him.
                          
"Sorry" he whispered opening my phone.
                          
"Instagram? Tumblr? Snapchat?"
                          
I shook my head.
                          
"So why do you have it"
                          
"To call and text"
                          
"Well then use a flip phone"
                          
"Why do you care?!" I laughed.
                          
"It just seems..."
                          
"Seems what not normal! Weird! Like I'm a freak I know I'm told everyday during school!" I got out of the car. The cold shock of air felt good on my pounding headache.

                          
"Hey!" He yelled getting out of the truck. Suddenly a boom of thunder clapped. I looked up and saw rain clouds forming.
                          
"I can't do this right now Kian" 
                          
"Can't do what?"
                          
"Us!" I yelled not thinking.
                          
"Us?"
                          
I didn't say anything.
                          
"Some one can only have their heart broken so many times lex, I've fixed it twice now and third strikes and I'm out"
                          
"That's not what I mean!" I walked across the street and sat on a rock.
                          
"Then what did you mean!" 
                          
"I can't do this witty dangerous love thing, I want something where I can hold your hand in public and kiss you in front of people so they can know I love you! So they know that we were meant to be, I want to be able to sit on your lap and mess with your hair while other people look at us and envy us. I don't want to hide us"
                          
"Well...neither do I but just because people don't know about us doesn't mean there's not an us officially" he sat on my lap and started playing with my hair. We watched the sun set.