Be Quiet and Drive

*36) Love is a High

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I can feel my eyelids getting heavier, my brows relaxing fully, only adding to the weight as I try and keep my eyes open. It's easy to smile, however. I'm assuming this is Michael's first time as he sits in silence, laughing every so often at nothing in particular.

I snuggle down, getting comfier, pulling the covers higher. I'm glad I didn't smash this TV. We're watching a late 90's sitcom. He put it on; I've never watched it. I didn't watch much during my childhood.

"I get why Charlie is the way he is." He says out of the blue, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "We should get him in here."

I snicker. Michael, voluntarily asking to hang out with Charlie is insanity. "Can we get some food first?"

His eyes light up, and he reaches for his phone, opening a delivery service. We discuss in great detail what we're craving, deciding to go with pizza. He hands me his phone, and my heart stops. Do I run to the bathroom and call the police? Or should I get a pizza and let my plan take effect slowly?

I slowly take the device out of his hand, keeping my eyes locked onto him as he thoughtlessly goes back to focusing on the show.

Maybe I'm my own worst enemy. All I can think about is how good a pizza would be right now. I'm gazing over possible freedom, but I'm high as fuck. It wouldn't be the best idea to try and escape in this state. Not to mention, they just killed someone.

My heart stops, my blood frozen in my veins.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

I force myself to laugh, the joy quickly turning real as Michael looks at me with wide, innocent eyes.

"What?" He asks, reaching a hand over to hold onto my head.

"I don't know!"

He cracks a smile and pulls me towards him. He's never been so inviting and friendly. I think this is the first time I've ever heard him laugh. I allow him to direct me, even cuddling up to him myself as I finish placing the order, bold enough to pay for it for him, inputting my card details, remembering the numbers with a little song I made up years ago.

"It's on its way." I place the phone back on the side and give him a squeeze. "Maybe we should get in the hot tub."

His head perks up, and he grins down at me. "You're the best."

"I know!" I exclaim, sitting up, deciding I need some fresh air now.

Michael follows me to the door, but I turn around, haulting our exit.

"Charlie is mad at me, so we've got to be quiet." I place my fingers on my lips, and he nods in understanding, tiptoeing behind me, reaching out, and taking my hand.

We sneak downstairs, hushing eachothers giggles. As we step outside, the sun seemingly slips out from behind a cloud, bathing us in a gentle warmth. The breeze is cold, and I deeply regret not wearing socks.

I feel Michael's hand wrap around the back of my neck, turning me and pulling me towards him. He kisses me, and I lose myself in it. He still smells fresh from his shower, his hair slightly damp. I pull on the stands, inadvertently urging him more. He moans, his hands taking my waist, fingertips digging into my skin through my clothes, and he guides me.

My feet feel the fake plastic grass, the rest of my body floating. I push back and stumble a few steps, gathering myself whilst wiping the back of my hand across my bottom lip.

We stare at each other. His hair blows with the wind. His head is tilted down, eyes tired and red but focused and longing.

I move forward and capture his lips again, allowing him to push me until my back hits the fence. His hands explore me briefly, before quickly making their way past my waistband, into my underwear. I tilt my head back, breaking our kiss as his cold fingers effortlessly find my clit; the shock of the change in temperature quickly adds to the pleasure. He takes the opportunity to lean into my neck, kissing and biting at the skin.

"I hate to break this up, guys.."

I push Michael away; he steps back and looks down, crossing his arms behind his back. I stare wide-eyed at Rem as he casually leans against the glass door that leads back into the living room.

"We have some company." He calls out again, smile knitted tight on his face.

I glance over at Michael. He doesn't move. I take action, walking briskly over to Rem, my high wearing down from the adrenaline. He takes my shoulders when I reach him; he leans down to my level.

"Y/n, I don't want to blackmail you at all, okay? But the police are here, and they know that you're here, so you're going to play along, darling, alright? Or I will have to do something I'll regret." He whispers the information to me, eyes wide and slightly panicked.

I nod, taken aback, and now just as nervous as he is. Images of blood flash into my mind. "What's the story?"

He audibly sighs in relief, eyes closing for a second as he regains himself. "I'm your boyfriend, and you're visiting your old boss to say thank you for taking care of your mother."

I take a deep breath and push past Rem, enter the house, and look around for the officer. I can feel his panic grow as I take charge.

Walking into the kitchen, I smile at the man. He's older and gruff with a thick beard. I reach my hand forward, offering a handshake. "Hi! Officer..."

He takes my hint, shaking my hand and finishing my sentence. "Daniels."

"Officer Daniels." I repeat, placing my hands in my back pockets.

"And you're Y/n L/n." He pulls out a notebook from his pocket, pencil ready in his hand.

"Last time I checked." I joke, trying to ease the tension, Rem arriving at my side. "How can we help you?" I ask, trying not to jump as Remmingtom sells the part, placing a hand on my back.

"You were reported as a missing person. Michael Aston is our main suspect. Are you being held here against your will?" His voice is monotone, clearly not interested in any small talk.

"Oh god no." I state, placing a hand on my heart. "What a misunderstanding! I've been travelling with Remmy and clearly neglected to tell anyone. We're just here to pay Mr Aston a visit, and we'll be headed for Los Pollos."

He stops writing, looking up slowly. "The restaurant from breaking bad?"

My heart jumps, and I can't help but laugh a little. I'm still high. "Yes!" It was the first place I could think of. Shit. Shit. Shit. Gore. Death. Blood. Eyeballs.

Rem chuckles and pulls me closer. "We're big fans of the show, so we're going to visit the place it was filmed in Albuquerque."

"Right." Officer Daniels, continues writing, and Rem glares down at me, quickly. "And where is Michael Aston currently?"

"He's in the garden." Rem takes the lead, clearly not trusting me anymore. "That's where we were all sat chatting before I heard the knock at the door."

"Officer," I speak up, ignoring Rem's tightening grip. "How did you know I was here?"

He flips through his notes. "Your bank alerted us of a payment made to a takeaway service. We contacted that service to find that your pizza was addressed here. Now, either you were here or someone stole your debit card."

"Thank you." I smile before my attention is grabbed by a knock at the door. "I'll get it." I excuse myself and walk for the door, my pace changing as I move out of sight. My urge is to run to the cop car and grab a gun.

"Aren't you well behaved?"

I jump at the whisper, pushing Michael's hands off me to stop them from climbing up any further. He seems less worried about blowing this than me. I didn't even hear him behind me. I step to the side and keep my head down as he answers the door to the pizza guy.

Has it really come to this?

All of this opportunity to get out of here, and I can't do it. I'm too afraid.