Not possible
"What if everything we experience is just some part someone else's dream?"
He couldn't concentrate on her questions. He tried to look down and across the city, but his eyes were getting blurry. The other guy stood up.
"We should probably go"
"Yeah, it's 3:30."
"That's what I just said."
"Oh, sorry. Didn't hear you."
The three of them walked back to the car. It wasn't as if her driving skills were impaired by drowziness, it was more like they were comsumed by it. One of the guys turned the music low and pretended to sleep. The other, wishing he was sitting in the front, put on his hood and leaned against the window. He didn't have much of a chance tonight unless she dropped him off last. I'll do it tonight if that's what happens he told himself. He remembered he had that same intent three nights ago.
"What the- Why is my garage door open at four in the morning..."
"Hope you had fun."
"Yeah. Later." The door slammed.
"One more left."
He leaned forward. "You know the main road is that way."
"Oh." She mumbled something else and turned the music back up.
His heart started beating faster. It actually could be easier from the back seat. He sat back and closed his eyes.
It wasn't possible. She wouldn't accept it. No, it was possible, but she wouldn't want it. If he succeded then, it would be a failure. Everything would change and he would leave her wary and confused. He couldn't win against life. Not life, love. Was this even love? What is love? What is life? What does she think love is? It's 4am, would she go with it? Would she even say anything? What would he say? What could he say? Oh shit.
The car slowed and stopped.
"We're here."
"Hey."
She turned. "Yeah M-"
He leaned forward and swiftly cut her off for one, dreamy second.
"Bye," he whispered.
I need to stop falling for girls that already have boyfriends.