Runaways (closed for JaketheSpider)
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Even the calm, smooth ride of the jet-black BMW made his skin crawl. It was a car of their world; one he wanted to utterly abandon. Yet, it’s what Aston had. For now, at any rate. It was means to an end, and nothing more. That much he could stomach. He could burn the damn thing later.
Aston's six foot frame and lithe muscles ached from hours of being static. His face had two day’s of dark stubble over his olive skin, and his green eyes looked tired and desirous of sleep. Almost a day’s drive, with only a few short stops to refuel the BMW and empty his bladder, left him almost as restless as he was exhausted. He squirmed and stretched as best he could, but the slight respite was becoming less and less sufficient to calm the bout of cabin fever that was rising in the back of his head.
“Just a little farther. The next town.” Aston’s smooth, masculine voice spoke to no one. “Fuck.”
Looking down to the GPS display in the car’s center console, he gained a glimmer of satisfaction when he didn’t recognize any of the highway numbers, or town names along his route. Escape could be possible. Maybe. At least he had the illusion of it for a time. Aston knew they would never understand him, or his reasons. They were too closed off in their bubble of perfect, trust-fund sanctioned bliss.
His eyes focused back on the road. Coming over a slight rise, Aston sat upright, puzzled. Squinting, he thought at first that he might be hallucinating, as his sight was drawn to long legs, fiery hair, and an outstretched thumb.
“No way,” he breathed.
Yet, as he drew ever nearer this strange desert apparition, the more he was certain his eyes weren’t deceiving him. It was a woman, and one that was strangely and deliciously out of place.
Before he knew what he was doing, Aston found his foot applying the brakes, and his car gliding to a stop beside the redhead. As if detached from his own body, tired as he was, Aston leaned over and popped the passenger door open.
“Need a ride?” He said, a tired and inquisitive smile meeting the woman’s eyes.
She would see a man dressed in plain Levis, a white t-shirt, and a pair of leather boots. Disheveled hair, and a look of hopeful exhaustion in his emerald eyes.
Aston's six foot frame and lithe muscles ached from hours of being static. His face had two day’s of dark stubble over his olive skin, and his green eyes looked tired and desirous of sleep. Almost a day’s drive, with only a few short stops to refuel the BMW and empty his bladder, left him almost as restless as he was exhausted. He squirmed and stretched as best he could, but the slight respite was becoming less and less sufficient to calm the bout of cabin fever that was rising in the back of his head.
“Just a little farther. The next town.” Aston’s smooth, masculine voice spoke to no one. “Fuck.”
Looking down to the GPS display in the car’s center console, he gained a glimmer of satisfaction when he didn’t recognize any of the highway numbers, or town names along his route. Escape could be possible. Maybe. At least he had the illusion of it for a time. Aston knew they would never understand him, or his reasons. They were too closed off in their bubble of perfect, trust-fund sanctioned bliss.
His eyes focused back on the road. Coming over a slight rise, Aston sat upright, puzzled. Squinting, he thought at first that he might be hallucinating, as his sight was drawn to long legs, fiery hair, and an outstretched thumb.
“No way,” he breathed.
Yet, as he drew ever nearer this strange desert apparition, the more he was certain his eyes weren’t deceiving him. It was a woman, and one that was strangely and deliciously out of place.
Before he knew what he was doing, Aston found his foot applying the brakes, and his car gliding to a stop beside the redhead. As if detached from his own body, tired as he was, Aston leaned over and popped the passenger door open.
“Need a ride?” He said, a tired and inquisitive smile meeting the woman’s eyes.
She would see a man dressed in plain Levis, a white t-shirt, and a pair of leather boots. Disheveled hair, and a look of hopeful exhaustion in his emerald eyes.
JaketheSpider
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Aston couldn’t help but take in the redhead like a work of art placed haphazardly on the side of the road. Though it was clear she had been traveling for awhile, she still possessed an attractive draw that was out of place in this desolate part of Nevada. Not to mention she had legs for days, and the neckline of her black tank plunged perilously low.
Don’t be a sleeze, Aston. He thought.
As she settled into the passenger seat, he noticed he shiver with the rush of AC. Reaching forward, he turned the fan down a notch before presenting his hand in greeting.
“My name’s Aston. Where you headed?” His smile was genuine and pleasant.
Don’t be a sleeze, Aston. He thought.
As she settled into the passenger seat, he noticed he shiver with the rush of AC. Reaching forward, he turned the fan down a notch before presenting his hand in greeting.
“My name’s Aston. Where you headed?” His smile was genuine and pleasant.
