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might be blurry but decided to try
anyway.
    Just like a sunrise, a
sunset can create some beautiful colors. My favorite part about a sunset was
the way it casted a beautiful golden light on everything else around you.
Constantly changing light can make you see and feel what you never saw before.
    I don’t like everything
being planned. I like the unknown, the unexpected, and the mystery that I don’t
know where I’m sleeping tonight or that tomorrow I could be somewhere else.
    My eyes were everywhere
now, taking in as much detail as I can of where my life is going, where I want
it to go and where I hope it’s going, somewhere, anywhere and maybe nowhere. I
also couldn’t help the nerves that kept creeping into my bones.
    With the windows still
down, a chill ran through me. I still had my gown on, for who knows what
reason. The thin polyester material wasn’t exactly warm once the temperature
dropped.
    Dylan noticed and
reached for a sweatshirt in the back seat. “Here,” he said handing it to me.
“It may stink but at least it’s something.”
       As it
slipped over my shoulders, the smell of jasmine and lemon with what seemed like
oak and cigarettes engulfed me. When I snuck another glance over at Dylan, my
skin coming in contact with his hoodie, one side of his mouth pulled up into a
half smile as he noticed me burrow into the black sweatshirt.
    Examining it, I noticed
the Oakley symbol on the front and the frayed sleeves indicating he wore this
one often.
    We saw a Best Western
so Dylan pulled into the parking lot. I was a little hesitant getting out of
the car, his black GTO shined under the street lamp that hummed with thousands
of bugs flying around it. He didn’t say anything to me as he came around the
back of the car where I was waiting.
    Opening the trunk, with
one hand on the trunk, he reached inside for a black bag that I assumed had his
clothes in it. Taking the bag in his left hand, he placed the guitar in the
trunk before closing it.
    I knew Dylan played and
I wanted to ask if he still did but then again, I didn’t. It seemed personal
and I wasn’t sure we were that personal yet. Like I said, no words had
been spoken in years until today.
       We walked
beside each other to the entrance, large glass doors opened as a swarm of stale
air rushed my senses.
    “How many rooms would
you like?” the woman behind the counter asked, gawking at Dylan and then me,
and then back to Dylan as we squinted at the bright walls behind her.
    With me wearing my gown
and my hair pulled up into a messy bun, I’m positive we had runaways written
all over us.
    Dylan smiled, adjusting
his bag on his shoulder, and looked at me as he spoke. “I think—”
    “One room is fine.” I
told the woman ignoring Dylan.
    So first, I run off
with the town rebel and now I start suggesting that we share a hotel room.
    If Dylan’s plan was to
murder me, it seemed he’d have his chance now. Why mess with the logistics of
it. If I was going to die this way, I was going to do it right.
    Reaching for my wallet
in my bag, I pulled out some cash when Dylan placed his hand on mine. I gave
him a strange look because, while he reached for me, he stared for what seemed
like five minutes when the lady cleared her throat. “How will you be paying?”
    “I’m paying,” he
insisted sliding his credit card across the granite counter.
    Not wanting to make a
scene for him, I didn’t object but I would surely pay him back. There was no
way he was paying for this all by himself.
    As soon as we got to
the elevator, I offered him a hundred dollars. “ Here. ”
    “What’s that for?” he
didn’t reach for it and instead, shoved his hands in his pockets.
    “The
room.” The elevator smelled of stale smoke and dirty laundry. It took
everything I could not to gag and I think Dylan knew that when the corners of
his mouth twitched into a smile. “I can’t let you pay for it all by yourself.”
    “Yes you can and you will.”
Dylan insisted