Carla stood under the soft rain. Left hand raised and heavy with bracelets, in the hope of attracting one of those cars flashing by. Cursed rain. Plump lips thinned in a line. One moment the sun was all she could see without the glasses, and the next rain was all she could feel.
Today is the 14th February, and this should've been the best day ever. But it will not. Thanks to my jerk of a boyfriend; or should I say, ex-boyfriend.
I should've seen the signs the night before but instead, I'm here on the road, alone and waiting for a ride to the festival my boyfriend was supposed to accompany me.
This is what I get for being spontaneous and a better girlfriend. Should've seen it coming. Damn it.
I mean, last night was good. at the beginning at least. But I just wish I could forget the way he grins when he wants something... The way he kisses me while caressing my long blond hair; following it down my waist and grabbing my ass with those big hands of his.
As memories of the night before surfaced I became completely oblivious to the van stationed in front of me. Till it honked.
"Heeek!"
"Sorry," I female voice apologized."I always forget how loud this thing is." Mindless of the words her face seemed everything but sorry.
"Don't worry, not my day. Are you going to California?"
"Yes, jump in. And don't worry I'm not secretly a creepy dude. Although that's probably what one would've said. Wouldn't it?." She said with what seemed her perpetual smile.
I got in her plain Volkswagen camper van. Everyone seemed to have one these days, not just the Hippies. An old thing of a véhicule, dirty tires as if she'd come straight out of a swap. Accompanied by a rusty blue paint. This vehicle sure had a good backstory, one she'd rather not be aware of.
"I will leave my stuff at the back." Unlike the interior was luxuriously cozy. Separated in two; the back was mostly occupied by a large couch displaying bright colored patterns and what seemed to be a fridge in the form of a pineapple... Sponge-bob much?
"C'mon! You don't have to bunk yourself at the back. Don't be shy, come up front."
As I got to the seat next to her, I saw more clearly who my driver was. Younger than I'd expected by the voice. Oh. she looks barely nineteen. Just like me.
But the resemblance ended there. The young woman was her complete opposite. Where her blonde hair and green eyes warmed her face, she had short black curly hair and pale blue penetrating eyes. She was gorgeous.
"Thank you for stopping. I was freezing out there." I tried before the awkwardness settle in. "And by the way, I'm Carla."
"I'm Joy, I mean not really, but everyone calls me Joy. You will see it isn't a hard guess why." She offered me one of those smiles only reserved for best friends. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "So you care to tell me, I'm very curious by the way, how did a pretty girl like you, on shorts and wet t-shirt, didn't find a ride before I arrived?"
I was definitely blushing the shit out of my skin now. And overly conscious of my outfit. Or lack of some would say.
"I slept at the hotel, with my boyfriend. We were supposed to go to California together. In his car." My tone was steamy and resentful. Way to go girl. So much for my vain efforts.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." In a tone that said otherwise.
"Oh don't worry he just dumped me this morning, it's all."
