ilijas arthur valentine

[color=gray]"Okay, so listen, babe," Ilijas chuckled, tearing his gaze away from the road for a split second to glance at Beverly, [color=gray]"I need my folk music. You know how some people need oxygen? Yeah, not me. Just give me a good folk song and call it a day. But... If you must change it to that music you like, then I will hand over the aux cord because I love you and value your awful taste," He continued, using his spare hand to unplug his phone and pass the cord to Bev. He was joking, of course, but everyone knew that he loved teasing his girlfriend every now and again- besides, he'd never admit it but he actually enjoyed the things she listened to. He hadn't before meeting her, but after constant exposure, found that her music was just as good as his.

[color=gray]"One day though, I swear the banjo music will grow on you. Oh! And we're almost there by the way, I hope you're excited." In the midst of discussing the aux, he had forgotten that he had planned a bit of a surprise picnic for them. It was hours upstate and he was growing antsier to show her the place he had picked out by the minute, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. [color=gray]"God... I can't wait to whip out my camera and take pictures of you."

cause god, i never felt young

ilijas arthur valentine

He returned her scoff with one of his on, continuing to drum terribly out of time rhythms onto the steering wheel. [color=gray]"Look... That playlist has like, a million listeners! You can't deny the fact that there are people who like folk music. I bet deep down, you like it too. You're just too stubborn to admit it- don't even try to deny it either! I know you!" He insisted with another one of his hearty laughs, stealing one more glance at Beverly. She was playing the car ride playlist right? He followed all of her playlists on Spotify, listening to them whenever she wasn't around. Not that he'd ever tell her that though, she'd only further tease him about it.

[color=gray]"And hm... My interntal GPS says about ten more minutes. Can you hold out that long, babe?" Ilijas inquired. A natural traveler in every sense of the word, the young man appreciated both the journey and the destination. That didn't mean he still couldn't wait to get the good ol' Nikon out and take the most beautiful pictures of his girlfriend and the scenery though, no, not at all- in fact, he was practically speeding down the highway now, fifteen over as he attempted to get there a little quicker. [color=gray]"So, when I got adopted, my moms loved to bring Tally and I here. We'd come for a couple of days every summer and I don't know, it's one of those places that I just... really love. I've been wanting to show you forever because I know you're going to love it," He rambled on, removing one of his hands from the steering wheel (and unfortunately abruptly halting his drumming) to take her hand in his, [color=gray]"And I hope you're hungry- I baked bread fresh for the occasion."

cause god, i never felt young