#Unrealistic: It's been more than three paragraphs and Johnny hasn't lit up a cigarette

[vincentmatthews]

It's not much, and it's still a work in progress and is unedited; but I really wanted to share my favorite part of the small thing I'm writing for @crimsonixx 💕

It was peaceful, nothing but the radio, the rumble of the bike beneath them, and the cool city air blowing through their hair. City lights flashed past them, showing an advertisement they'd seen for the 100th time that day. Jess leaned forward in the seat as she squeezed the bike past the cars, fitting perfectly between them. She gave no mind to the colors of the traffic lights, needing to get out of town. Her brown optics flashed a blue, messing with the station. A list of songs popped up in her vision, she selected one and it played over the station.

"I didn't know you could do that?" Johnny smiled slightly, she blinked the list away, shifting more forward in her seat.

"Yeah, I modded it in my free time. And believe me, I've had plenty of time." She wiggled the fingers of her implant.

The song had a vintage 80s feeling to it, which was almost nostalgic for him. For a sweet, single moment, it wasn't 2077 and he was back in 2023. He took a deep breath of the night air, slowly removing his hand from her waist. Just the shifting sent a shiver up Jesse's spine, no longer having his warm hand on her. He placed his metal hand on the back of the seat, scooting back a bit. He leaned back, pullimg his hand away from the seat, raising both arms out, and he closed his eyes. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, for a moment everything melted away into a neon-colored bliss. The wind whipped through his hair, and over his face. He exhaled slowly, his face softening into euphoric relaxation.

"FUCK-!" Johnny was snapped back to reality as Jess lost control due to the sudden shifted weight distribution.

"Whoops" He laughed, placing his hand back on Jess, sitting normally again. She gave him a side glance after regaining control. He sighed, laying his head on her back, both of his arms were hugging her waist, his eyes closed in a nostalgic daze.

She could feel his hot breath glide against the back of his neck, the body heat of his chest against her back, the warmth of his organic hand around her waist, contrasted with the ice-cold metal of his silver one. She caught periodic whiffs of his cologne, smiling to herself. This was nice, nothing but the music, driving, and him. In a way, it was oddly peaceful, even if this hellish city was more of a prison than paradise. In reality, she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Out of everyone she got stuck with, Johnny wasn't all as nightmarish as they made him out to be.