underwater
Thread Topic: underwater
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June trembles beneath the relentless downpour, her legs growing weak and unsteady beneath her. With her eyes and skin flushed a deep crimson, she gasps, struggling to stifle the tide of snot that threatens to spill over her face. In a desperate but futile attempt, she wipes her cheeks with the sleeves of her drenched hoodie. As she listens to the young man speak, June nods quietly, her bottom lip jutting out in a vulnerable pout, feeling small and powerless in the moment. Her thoughts race frantically, searching for a way to offer a sincere apology to this man while still preserving her own dignity. Through her tear-streaked lashes, she catches sight of the young man clutching a bag, a detail that momentarily distracts her from the turmoil swirling within.
"Oh.. are you a student too?" -
"Yeah, I- I go to Lakeshore High," the student replied quickly with a short nod, gripping his bag a little tighter in his hands. "I'm guessing you do, too, by the uh- the sticker on your car," he spoke quietly, gesturing to her car.
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June's eyes widen, a spark igniting in them as understanding washes over her. You can practically see the lightbulb glowing over her head. The tears that had been cascading down her cheeks begin to dry, replaced by the warmth of a tentative smile. Her attention drifts to the familiar sticker plastered on her car, the very one the young man is gesturing towards, not that she needs to. It's still there, alright. With a shiver, she pulls the drawstrings of her hoodie tighter, a makeshift shield against the chilly rain shower. She brushes aside a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
"Oh, yeah. That's right." June sheepishly admits. "Um.. I know this might sound weird, sorry.." The young woman trails off, scratching her cheek with her index finger. "..But since we're both going to be late, um.. maybe I could give you a ride?"
June could feel the heat rising in her cheeks once more, this time from embarrassment. She begins to kick herself in her head, thoughts racing like a runaway train. She had literally just met him, and not under normal circumstances either - right after she nearly transformed him into a hood ornament. Offering him a ride felt impulsive, reckless even, and now embarrassment washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore.
She mentally kicked herself for the ridiculousness of the situation, yet she couldn’t bring herself to back down. The tension in the air was palpable, her anxiety wrapping around her like a tight coil. Her heart thudded in her chest, a barrage of doubts swirling as she awaited his response, praying he wouldn’t think she was a total maniac. -
"Oh-" He spoke softly, his grip on his bag loosening for just a moment as he scanned her face. No look of annoyance or regret of asking her question, so she seemed genuine enough. "I- Are you sure? I uh, wouldn't want to impose or anything," he said with an awkward chuckle, gripping his bag tighter as he held it close to his chest. This could just be some big mistake and maybe this girl can somehow see through him, see through his plan, f--- up everything. But the rain was starting to make him freeze and his legs were killing him, so he might as well.
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Amidst the whirlwind of anxiety and racing thoughts clouding her mind, June seems oblivious to the peculiar behavior of the young man beside her. A wave of relief washes over her when he agrees to her offer for a ride, prompting her to tuck her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and pivot on her heel, eager to escape the relentless downpour. She strides toward the run-down station wagon, its emergency lights still blinking in a desperate plea for attention. The vehicle's exterior is marred by rust, which has devoured much of the original paint, leaving behind a mottled blue hue. The front hood, crumpled and bent, is haphazardly secured with a bright neon green cable. June bites her lip nervously as she takes in the sorry state of her car; it certainly lacks the elegance of a BMW.
With a grimace etched on her face, June wrestles with the car door, forcing it open despite its stubbornness. The rusted hinges emit a loud creak as she finally manages to pry it open, plopping into the driver's seat with a thud. The leather upholstery on both seats shows signs of age, peeling away and revealing a rough texture that feels uncomfortable against any exposed skin. To add to the car's deteriorated state, the radio is for some reason absent, and a number of non-functional buttons are haphazardly covered with thick blue masking tape, giving the interior an even more neglected appearance.
"Sorry.. I know it's not very nice." June quickly glances over to catch the man's reaction. -
"No, you're fine," he said quietly as he walked over to the passenger seat of the car, opening it and climbing in. "Nicer than mine- though I don't have a car, so that might not really seem like much coming from me," he continued, buckling up and keeping his bag held tight in his arms.
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