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All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend
Z
The sunlight warmed my face as I finally pried my eyes open. I scrunched them back closed again quickly to escape the harsh light and rolled over to bury my face in Han's chest to further block it out. He adjusted beside me and slung his arm around my waist over the sheet.
We had been in Columbia for two years. I had never been found a little house about a mile from the beach. A wide, shady porch wrapped most of the way around it. It was my favorite place to sit and enjoy the constant breeze. The house itself didn't have many rooms but was open and airy. Most of the time the windows were thrown open for the breeze. There was a set of French doors in our bedroom that led out onto the porch that was letting in entirely too much light for me to comfortably sleep; Han didn't seem to have that problem.
I laid listening to Han's heartbeat until he started to stir. He rubbed my waist slowly. I opened my eyes to see him barely awake and staring at the ceiling. His long, unfixed hair stuck up at random angles. He noticed me smirking at his messed up hair and ruffled mine until it frizzed.
"Hey, stop!" I cried.
"It's time for me to get up." He told me.
"No." I groaned but moved to let him up anyway.
"Come on, we have to finish the Torino, the Barracuda, and the Boss today. We gotta get going." He jabbed me in the side and then started to get out of bed. I noticed he put his weight on his uninjured right leg before stepping with his left. He still walked with a limp, but it was getting less noticeable every day.
I sighed and slipped out on my side when I heard the bathroom door click shut and the shower start. I grabbed a sheer white shirt and a white sports bra and threw them on over denim shorts. I picked my vans off the closet floor and carried them with me. I tossed them by the front door when I walked into the living room.
I straightened up a few of the couch cushions and started washing the glasses we left on the coffee table the night before. I sighed as I started cooking myself and Han an omelet. I felt like such a housewife sometimes.
I was putting everything on a plate when I felt arms circle around my waist. I leaned back against Han's chest and handed him his plate. He kissed my neck and unwrapped his arms. I joined him at our little kitchen table.
It felt weird to have such a normal life. I wasn't having to drop whatever I was doing and leave for days. I didn't have to answer to anyone at all. I worked at the garage that Han and I set up.
There was a decent street racing scene at the little town near us and we had been raking in customers. The garage itself really wasn't that much. It was a plain brick building on the corner of a street on the west side of town. It had nothing on Han's garage in Tokyo, but it felt like home. It was usually crammed with customers cars ready to be tuned for race night. We were never lacking for work or money. It was nice to do something that I actually wanted for a change.
The sun's last rays were streaking through the open garage door. I gave a tired sigh as I closed the hood of the banana yellow Mustang Boss I had spent the day slaving over. I leaned back on the hood and greedily gulped half a bottle of water. I heard silence on the other side of the garage and looked over to see Han smirking at me from where he should have been working on the charcoal grey Barracuda.
"Get back to work," I told him cheekily. He shook his head and dropped his wrench into a toolbox. He crossed the room in a few slow, steady steps until he was in front of me. He leaned down to give me a slow kiss. He would have stayed like that if a customer hadn't walked in to pick up his car.
Han wasn't happy with the interruption but left to finish the Barracuda while I dealt the with race rat. He was completely obnoxious. He probably didn't know what anything under the hood did besides the battery, and he assumed I didn't either. When he realized I wasn't there for show and was actually the mechanic that installed his new parts, he started attempting to pick me up. At one point I actually started laughing at him
When Han finally shut him down, he left for the races and we closed up for the night. After putting everything back in its place, I followed Han out the door
You want to skip the races and go somewhere tonight?" Han asked from his place leaning on the hood of his Ford Maverick.
"Okay. Like where?" I finished locking the door and put the keys back in my pocket. Han rarely wanted to skip the races. Normal, honest life got a little boring and the races were a perfect way to break up the monotony.
"The new restaurant on the beach? We haven't been there yet?" He suggested as he moved to open his door.
"Don't you need reservations that place?" I asked as I slid in beside him.
"8 o'clock." He responded without hesitation.
"Are we going to actually make our reservations this time?" I teased. He just smirked.
Z
The sand got pulled from under my curled toes as the wave retreated from the shore back out into the sea. The wind whipped at my wavy hair and snapped my dress around my legs like a flag caught in the wind. Another wave crashed on the wet sand and the warm water swirled around my ankles. Han was walking along the beach with me after a quiet dinner in the town's only upscale restaurant.
The lights of the city were at our backs and the stars were stretched out before us. Somewhere the loud rap music and the roar of competing engines could be heard from the street race, but not here. The only sound around up was from the waves hitting the wet sand and wind whistling past.
A long time ago in Japan, before I was set free, I used to dream of being on a beach. I always thought I'd be alone, but now I had Han with me. I could function apart from him, of course, but neither of us really wanted to. We had been through so much together.
Everything wasn't always perfect between us; there were times when we fought like crazy. There were times when our city in Columbia was a little too small for us. The routine of earning an honest living in a small city was sometimes just a little too boring for us.
But Han was right; you make your choices, and you don't look back. We never would know what could have been if we chose to go back to what we were in Tokyo. I really believe that even if we did know, we would choose to keep what we had now. After all, the story of Bonnie and Clyde was a lot better with a happy ending.