My eyes fall open to the filtered brightness of the summer sun through the thick off-white curtains; I watch dust float through the rays of light that manage to penetrate them. The warmth of Jordan's arm across my chest and hair against my neck shoots an ecstasy through my body. The stinging in my eyes has dramatically subsided since the storm; the red haze which glazed my vision is gone entirely. A fragrance so sweet is doing backflips in my nose in the form of whatever product Jordan used in his hair; not taking away from the discordant sight of his facial abrasions. Distracted by the beauty of the moment, I hear birds outside singing their songs as if nothing's even happening. I hear a shuffle from beside me and turn my head to be immediately met with his lips on mine whilst he holds my face with his hand. We part.
Almost as if time had reversed itself, the car rolls down the same never ending road we were on returning from LA; I can almost taste the irony. With the wheel in hand and the blood soaked retracting roof now stuck to the back of the car, I’m sat in the driver's seat with Sam in the passenger seat, Jade behind her and Jordan behind me. Lucy is perched between them like an anxious bird - frozen in fear or turmoil. The heat is excruciating, every ball of sweat that slowly makes its way down my face or off my arms leaves a lukewarm trail that I feel during every second of it. I'm unsure if the heat is from the sun or the burning cars at the side of the road. The silence is both comforting and awkward; words avoid our mouths, stuck inside our heads just screaming for release. It feels as though days have gone by instead of minutes.
The road ahead just lay there, long and lifeless. The wind shoots through our hair like a bullet closing in on an innocent lion resting on its rock as we speed down the highway in my uncles red convertible. The music is upbeat, colourful; perfectly matching the gorgeous sunset leaving its orange haze across the horizon. In our group of rag-tags there are five: Jordan, Connor, Sam (short for Samantha, but if you want to get your arm broken you can call her that) Jade and then me, Zack. We all spent the summer in Los Angeles, just us, the beach and the never ending reminder that we have to snap back to reality eventually. For us reality is a small, backwater town in rural Texas; the home of the dull and forever-stuck.