𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚? — 4:57 𝘢𝘮.
You were almost certain that neither of you knew what it was you were even cackling about at this moment. The slap of rubber soles upon pavement followed your vocalizations of whimsical exuberance and his rasped voice that urged the both of you forward with a single word to begin your race, “Run.”
Adrenaline coursed through your veins, as well as a generous amount of alcohol. Perhaps challenging each other to a duel of tolerance levels wasn’t the best idea for that evening, especially since his weapon of choice had been a hefty bottle of tequila. Considering the pair of you had ended up lost from your group of companions and somehow lost on the other side of town from where your night of fun had originally begun.
The vendor you had left far behind still waved his arms frantically about, spewing obscenities and various mentions of law enforcement. But at the moment, neither of you cared. Giggling only increasing the further apart you became from the heavyset man that made no other attempts to pursue but continued to spout nonsense that fell of deaf ears.
In all fairness, there wasn’t a hint of malice behind this poorly pulled stunt. Dining and dashing was not something you made a normal occurrence in your life. But after gorging yourself on the greasiest and most delicious street food you could ask for, both you and your friend’s faces dropped in horror to find your wallets tragically misplaced.
“Jackson!” you panted, throat ragged as you fought to find your breath as you both bolted from the scene of your impromptu crime, “Slow down dammit. I... Oh god, I think I’m gonna hurl.”
He howled in response, the grasp on your hand finally dropped as he hooted and hollered his victory, as the two of you were now a safe distance away from the vendor. Finding yourselves now staggering about a riverside walkway. The lamps which lined the paved path shone overhead, illuminating his features. The apples of his cheeks completely flushed and prominent as he beamed, quite pleased with himself.
He howled in response, the grasp on your hand finally dropped as he hooted and hollered his victory, as the two of you were now a safe distance away from the vendor. Finding yourselves now staggering about a riverside walkway. The lamps which lined the paved path shone overhead, illuminating his features. The apples of his cheeks completely flushed and prominent as he beamed, quite pleased with himself.
“Does that mean I win our bet?” He pranced around you as you desperately tried to find your bearings, haunched over, hands on your knees to keep yourself from plopping onto the ground.
Swatting at him unsuccessfully, it was as if you were moving in slow motion as he narrowly dodged the halfhearted attack. Limber on his feet as usual, you sent him an annoyed glare, a huff escaping you, “You do not, I just wasn’t ready to run.”
“Someone’s out of shape,” chortles he, though he had to take a moment himself to swallow harshly. There was no way he wasn’t as parched as you were at this moment.
“Ugh...” you groaned, fanning your face, “Shut up... damn, I think I ate too much though.”
“Me too actually,” earning you another amused chuckle from your friend before a brief silence overtook the scene. Devoid of words, the late night symphony was put on blast in addition to your breathless panting.
The sound of rubber on asphalt, the occasional honk of a disgruntled driver, water gently splashing against the concrete walls. Sirens that echoed throughout the depths of the forest of buildings shrouded together, laughter of a lone couple, wood grating against cement and the rumble of wheels following as a small group glided about on their skateboards.
There was a odd sort of peace to be derived from the scene before you as you were finally able to stand up straight now having caught your breath. The both of you seemed to settle comfortably into the ambiance, leisurely leaning against the railing overlooking the water. Watching the twinkling lights of the staggered building glimmering in the ripples of the dark, swollen body of the river.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had been to relieved as you were right now, stood side-by-side with Jackson as you both drank in the scenery. Your gaze tracing over his defined features as he seemed transfixed on the hypnotizing rhythm of the water and its twinkling reflection of lights.
“Thank you,” you murmur, eyes practically half closed as you meet his eyes once her turns to you.
His look is somewhat quizzical, cocking his head to the side, reminiscent of a curious pup.
“What for?” questions he, inadvertently leaning closer in his search for an answer. Straining to see it in your hazy eyes as you subconsciously mimicked his actions.
“For keeping me company.”
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