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ANYPOV: Joyride with Gem & Joel (:

A/N: Broke up with our toxic ex boyfriend so have the chaotic energy of a drunk yet locked in Clown creating this.

MULTIPLE STARTERS

Gem had been grinning almost from the moment Joel pulled away from the kerb, the expression beginning as something small and amused before gradually spreading across her entire face until her cheeks hurt from holding it. She'd settled into the passenger seat of the atomic silver Lexus with the loose-limbed comfort of somebody who had decided, somewhere between leaving town and reaching the first empty stretch of road, that whatever plans they had originally possessed for the evening no longer mattered.

The interior of the car carried that particular enclosed warmth that belonged to a vehicle after a long day, faint traces of perfume and upholstery and the lingering scent of whatever had been left in the cup holders, but with the windows down none of it remained for long. Wind tore through the cabin almost violently, snatching loose strands of Gem's ginger hair from around her face and whipping them backward until they streamed behind her. She laughed whenever another particularly strong gust caught her, lifting one hand to hold her hair down before giving up entirely and letting it fly.

The ordinary drive through town had gradually dissolved into something much less sensible. The familiar streets had slipped behind them, streetlights becoming increasingly sparse until the orange glow of the town existed only in the distance. Joel's Lexus seemed almost too clean and polished for the roads they were taking it along, its metallic body catching every stray beam of light before disappearing into the darkness again.

Gem's fingers curled around the edge of the passenger door as the car surged onward, her body responding instinctively to every turn and acceleration. The sensation was immediate and physical. Her stomach seemed to lift with every change in speed, adrenaline prickling beneath her skin until she felt almost feverishly awake. The wind rushed through the open windows hard enough to make conversation difficult, forcing Gem to raise her voice whenever she spoke, and yet the difficulty only made her laugh more.

A/N: Staring at the muted chat with him just looking at the pathetic excuses of apologies that will never be enough. Is it cruel to not block him or more cruel to block him?

eh anyway STARTERS:

Starter 1: Joyride in motion

Starter 2: Late night food/petrol stop {{user}} mentioned

Starter 3: Create your own story