The next morning I'm sitting on my porch waiting for Jonathan to show up. I'm wearing cut off jean shorts, a zebra print bikini top and an off the shoulder black t-shirt, with my pink flip flops. My hairs in a bun on the top of my head and my eyes are covered with ray ban glasses. Still, what the hell have I got myself into? I'm letting Jonathan Toews drive me up to lake Winnipeg.
I suddenly see a silver Honda Civic slowly pull up to the curb. It's Jonny. I let out a deep breath before I head towards the car as he's getting out.
"You're late." I say before I open up the door.
"By two minutes. You know you suck at directions."
"You suck for not paying attention."
He just rolls his eyes as we get into the car. I began to play around with his iPod he has hooked up to the speakers in his car. I'm hoping to find something decent. Suddenly, I begin to smile.
"What?" He asks as his own smirk appears.
"Your iPod. You have every song that I do."
"I guess we're not so different then, eh?"
"To an extent." I reply as I put on Keith Urban.
The miles began to roll by us as we both sang to the songs. It was him first who started to sing as his eyes slowly looked over at me. I felt my heart race as I let the lyrics fall past my lips. In that moment, we were both singing like idiots at the top of our lungs, causing looks from a few cars we passed on the highway. My laughing came to a complete stop as he reached over and grabbed my hand. My skin felt like it was on fire. I bit back my innocent smile as I looked out into farmland of Manitoba, keeping a tight grip on his hand.
It felt like we were in that car for longer than we should've been. I furrowed my eyebrows as I read the map. I followed the lines with my finger, when I stopped dead in my tracks.
"You took the wrong fucking exit!"
"I did not."
"Jon, stop the fucking car."
"Don't use that tone with me."
"JONATHAN TOEWS, YOU STOP THIS FUCKING CAR RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD!"
The car came to a screeching halt. We were in some really small town. There was a diner on one side, and a gas station beside it. I took out a deep breath as I looked at the map while Jon kept quiet.
"We were supposed to take 413 ... you took 421."
"I did not!"
"Fine. I'll just go and ask someone over there where in the fuck we are!" I yell getting out of the car in a huff and running over to the other side.
I turned around on my heel, and started to walk back over to him. He met me in the middle of the road as I glared up at him. "Why? You don't admit that you're wrong! You're so fucking stubborn."
"We are not lost. So what? We missed a couple exits."
"A couple?" I snorted. "More like 8 exits too far. I can not wait to see your face when a local person tells us how far we've really gone. You're all the same you hockey boys. Hell, all of you men are the same. You can't admit you're wrong when it comes to directions. If you disagree with me, so help me god, I'll walk --"
I got cut off with both of his hands wrapped around my neck and his lips pressed against mine. My feet melted onto the burning pavement as my lips finally relaxed and pressed harder into his. We broke apart and his hands ran down my arms before our fingers locked together. I couldn't wipe that stupid smile off my face as I looked up at him.
"You're right. I missed eight-too-many exits. We'll turn around and take the right one. You can even drive if you want"
I shrugged, "Or we could stay here for a bit. I'm starving, and that place better serve milkshakes."
"Hmm, that sounds good. Make mine a strawberry."
"Who said I was buying you one?"
He just laughed before he kissed me again. The way it should be.