𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 ☿ 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭
“You’re sure you don’t wanna swing by your aunt’s house?” Rooster asks, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as Fly Like An Eagle by the Steve Miller Band floats through his impressive speakers. “No skin off my back. Swear it.”
You’re ogling at his house, your tongue thick with excitement and your bare feet settled on the soft carpet of his car. But you just shrug, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a sigh.
“Don’t want her to harsh my vibe,” you tell him honestly.
You’re far too excited to have your vibe harshed--you just genuinely don’t care about any of the prairie skirts your mom packed and can very easily live without the needlepoint your aunt gave you as a Christmas present. You’ll get new things, better things.
“What are you gonna wear?” He asks.
He rolls into the driveway seamlessly, peering at you from the corner of his eye.
“Wasn’t planning on wearing anything,” you tell him. “That gonna make your heart give out, old man?”
He tuts at you, a smile tugging at his lips.
The sun kisses your bare shoulders and Rooster watches, sunglasses low on his nose, as your tilt your face towards the sky.
“Already calling me your old man and I’m the romantic supposedly,” he sighs, grinning. You grin right back at him, laughing as he cuts the engine. “You’re really out to lunch, aren’t you, kid?”
Wordlessly, you hand him your skates and climb across the seat to straddle him. He’s surprised, surprised enough to laugh. He can feel your skin, hot from the sun, pressing into his gently as you blow a raspberry in his face and then deftly climb out of the car barefoot.
He’s ogling at you now as you stand beside his car, all the weight of your body on your left hit as you hold it and tilt your head at him. He’s so pretty--his face definitely looks his age, little fine lines pressed into the skin beside his mouth and eyes. But you like it; he looks cool. He looks real cool.
“C’mon, old man,” you tell him, nodding towards the door leading into the house. “Show me around. Now that we’re shacking up and all. Gonna need to know where the bar is so I can fix you a nightly martini.”