Stolen Shots
The giant redwood trees seemed to shrink as the RV rolled down the road. The long haul back to Sunset Bird had already begun, and the RV's seven passengers were ready to head back home.
. . .
The bright rays of sun rest against every visible surface inside the vehicle- especially the sofa. Seeing this, you decide to sit on the counter across from it. After all, you had no idea just how hot it might've become from baking beneath the summer sun for so long.
Cove seemed to have thought the same thing as well. But unlike you, he climbs up to the safety of the heightened loft, releasing a breath of relief as he lays down.
"Tired?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.
He mumbles something incoherent in response, making you smile a bit.
Deciding to let your friend rest, you move your attention to the digital camera in your hands. You had taken tons of photos of everyone during the trip, and you felt like now was the best time to look through them.
. . .
A few hours pass. At this point, your ma and your sister, Elizabeth, walk out of the bedroom on the other end of the RV. Ma sets herself down onto the couch (huh... guess it wasn't that hot after all), and began to read a brochure she picked up as everyone left the park. Kyra approaches her and the two of them start talking.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth yawns into her hand before noticing you on the counter.
"Hey Codey. Did you sleep?"
You shake your head and shoot back your own question, "Good nap?"
"Eh. Could've been better if Mr. Holden wasn't at the wheel."
"Hey," Mr. Holden chimes in. He looks towards Elizabeth through the rearview mirror, his small smile turning into a slight grimace. "I heard that!"
Your sister shrugs indifferently. He obviously meant that in a jesting manner, so- like many other things- his words didn't bother her.
She then turns her attention back to you, crossing her arms. Her eyebrows raise as she leans closer, trying to take a peek at whatever you're doing.
"Are those the photos you took?"
"Mhm." You respond lackadaisically, continuing to click through the gallery.
"Let me see what you got," she says, leaning her head in even closer. "I want to make sure you didn't get any gross stolen shots of me."
"Pfft-" That made you laugh. "Sure. Here."
You let her stand next to you as you tilt the camera to show her the screen. You click through each photo, starting from the ones you took in the beginning of the trip. Elizabeth would sometimes tell you to stop and take a closer look at the photos she's in; and if she thought her face looked weird, ask you to delete it. You easily shrugged off her requests by teasingly saying that you'd just "cut her out of the printed picture anyway." But eventually, when she'd had enough sibling-bonding time, she returned to the bedroom and shut the door.
Hm...
Now that your sister was gone, a sudden wave of boredom washed over you. You look around the RV; Ma was now showing Kyra something in the brochure, Mr. Holden was busy driving, and Mom was quietly listening to the radio in the seat next to him. You had no one to talk to.
So, why not take a few more pictures?
. . .
The first thing that caught your interest was the resting figure of your friend in the loft: Cove.
From where you were sitting, you were unable to tell whether or not he was sleeping. He hadn't removed his glasses, and the way they tilted against his head made him look a tad wonky.
Oh, you just had to take a picture of this... He'd be so embarrassed when you showed this to him later!
You raise your camera, aiming for the perfect shot. The longer you took to aim, the more you noticed just how peaceful your friend seemed to be while asleep. You noticed the way the sun seemed to highlight every distinctive feature of his from behind -- especially his seafoam green hair.
Least to say, through your camera, he looked a little too photogenic-- It was almost surreal...
. . .
Click.
Without realizing it, you had taken the stolen shot. You hastily click through the gallery, staring at the image the second you found it.
It looked perfect. He looked perfect...
'He really is pretty, isn't he?' You thought, smiling to yourself.
... You couldn't wait to see his reaction to this when he woke up.
First writing portion! Not the best, but it was fun to do!
This was lowkey inspired by the way I (irl) like to take stolen shots of my friends. They think they look weird, but I enjoy seeing how natural they all look in each photo <3 :D
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