@pristinaluna continued from here
Elena was not surprised at how easy they somehow felt back into the rhythm of them. There had always been some easiness to them, the kind that came with growing up with someone. They had knew each others for all their lives, at least most of it until their fallout. Javier had been there when she first learned to ride a bike, there to wipe her tears when she feel and scratched her knee badly. When her older brother would tease her endlessly, he was there to cheer her up and to make him back away. Even then, even as children he knew how to command respect, or how to force it out of someone. They had been a force to reckon with, two peas in a pod. Every part of their relationships had been a long way coming and hidden from everyone else as much as possible. And for good reasons, hell being brought down on them when his father found out. "I don't know if he'll recognize you but I go there every other months so it'd be weird if he didn't," she casually said. "Do you remember his son?" He was a good ten years younger than them and he used to look up to Javier so much he would light up when he came by. "He works there now, owns the place with his dad. Keeps hitting on me. He'll be thrilled to see you," she said with a laugh.
Heat crept to her cheeks at his words. It had came out so easily, of so it seemed that Elena didn't want to read into it. Javier was far from the only one to call her pretty but he had always been the only one that mattered. "Or, they don't say it because it's not shit." Many things had change in the years they had last been together, but her music taste had stayed the same. She planned on showing Javier exactly that by putting on her nostalgic playlist, full of songs from her teens and early adulthood. "I'd be careful if I were you, I'm the one with the car here." A subtle threat that really wasn't one. Elena could never leave him when he was in need.
Her heart picked a few pace at his suggestion. It was the worst idea she ever heard and the most tempting one too. Saying no to him had never been something she was good at. Elena knew she should say no, tried to will her mouth to say she couldn't, that someone was waiting for her, anything really but the more he spoke, the less she could. "Just like old times," she said before realizing what old time entailed. It meant them, just the two of them, time away from everyone and everything else. A moment to be who they really were, or who they hoped they could be. Her brow furrowed at the mentions of them not seeing each others for years again. "A night away sound amazing. A shame you'll be there too."
An afterthought came, one that should have been front and centre, the very reasons for said years apart. "Your dad won't come looking for you, right?" If he saw them together, she would be the one to pay the price, again. There would be hell to pay, once he knew she had been the one to bail Javier out. It had been a mistake to do it but that didn't mean it wasn't one she would make again. The cabin had always been their place, the safest one she knew. "Any other stop needed? We got food covered but you haven't said anything about the state of the liquor cabinet. Or if there is coffee because it's going to be needed tomorrow." Everlasting light by the Black Keys blasted as Elena started the car. "Annoyed already?"
