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He was certain that in a second he would break down and start bawling his eyes out when he
felt a soft gentle touch on his shoulder. Dakota had his hand lightly on his
shaking arm. He felt the strange warmth again and deep inside he felt a
renewed sense of hope that what he had been wishing for, had been hoping for
really was possible, that maybe Dakota was real, and if he wasn’t, well he
prayed he’d never wake up from this dream.
Dakota “You didn’t, now come on, Arizona is looking at us and we should get away from
here, she does have a big mouth.”
Noah “Yeah, okay… fuck is that your car?”
Dakota “Yeah, well I guess, it was my brother’s.”
Noah “SHIT, it is, I mean it’s in mint shape, wow!”
The 1968 Mustang convertible rumbled into life at the flick of Dakota’s wrist and he could
feel the power of the engine as they backed out of the parking spot, his
head spinning as he sat next to Dakota, smelling him and wondering too what
he had meant, what all of this meant as they left the school behind. He had
seen Rusty’s face flash by as they past him getting into his 2002 PT
Cruiser. Noah wasn’t sure, but it had seemed as if Rusty had a look of
anger on his face, anger as well as maybe envy? There was no doubt that the
deep blue Mustang had something to it, the rich white interior only adding
to the beauty of the car and he finally was able to turn to look at Dakota
as he drove down the street. There was something almost mystical about him,
the way he looked was like he belonged behind the small steering wheel of
this car, and his hand rested so easily on the stick shift in the centre
console, like it belonged there and he felt the warm wind on his face and
settled back into the soft leather bucket seat.
Whatever else happened from this point on he didn’t
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