The Broken Locks || Bimogen
"Okay then, do it," Imogen challenged, holding Bianca’s gaze defiantly. She knew Bianca wouldn’t do it, and it was proven when the car continued it’s way down the road. She knew if Bianca would have halted the car, Imogen would have probably gotten out, not bothering to fight the girl. She knew she’d apologize for leaving, if the hypothetical situation had happened, but she shrugged it off. Bianca was more bark than bite, no matter how pissed she was. Or at least she’d always been that way to Imogen, and she knew deep down it was because Bianca cared about her more than anyone else in her life. Not that that was saying much. Keeping her arms crossed, and her back to her friend, she continued watching the dark shadows pass them by.
When Bianca took a sharp right, she thought that the girl was taking her home, and she almost welcomed the gesture. The tension between them was too tense, and her chest felt tight from anger and everything she wanted to say to her best friend, but when they turned down the all too familiar road, she bit back a sigh. Of course she’d have them go to the ravine. Imogen knew this so well, that going to the ravine with her friend had become a second nature. As Bianca slammed the door, Imogen winced, hearing it echo through the tiny space. She wished that for a change she could loosen up and have a drink, but she knew she wouldn’t. She always had to watch her friend like a hawk, and even now was no exception. Sighing, she climbed out of the car and jogged after her friend. “Bianca, wait!” She called after the curly haired girl as she disappeared into the gated entrance to the ravine.
Bianca stayed silent, hating the fact that Imogen knew her so well. She wished she actually had the nerve to leave the girl stranded, because for once she didn't have the upper hand and it was frustrating her beyond belief. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have this problem, but not Imogen. After the girl had saved her ass so many times over the years, she owed her, and while Bianca was never very good at displaying her gratitude, she knew ditching her on the highway probably wouldn't help either.
As Bianca trudged past the small crowd of teenagers, she welcomed the scent of smoke and pot. Ignoring her friends calls, she walked over to a group of completely tweaked out college guys. She smiled fakely at their cat calls and engaged in some meaningless flirting in exchange for a bottle of Corona. She could feel Imogen's eyes on her and wished that for once, she would just leave her to her mistakes. She knew Imogen would be on her back, not allowing her to do anything stupid, which Bianca really should have been thankful for, but was only mildly irritated. She managed to slip away from the boys in order to walk over to where Imogen was standing a few feet away. "You just gonna stand here and watch all night?" she asked, taking a sip of the stale liquid. "Maybe if you loosened up for once in your life, you'd have a lot less time to think about what I'm doing," she mumbled, knowing very well that she was loud enough for the girl to still hear her. She wanted her to hear because maybe, if she pushed hard enough, she could get Imogen away for long enough for her to breathe.
