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2am on a Sunday.
Renee’s been driving for a couple of hours now. She’s probably breaking a few speed limits but she’s been on this road enough times to know that she won’t get caught. Beside her are a couple of gas station coffee cups, and her oversized puppy of a boyfriend. Dean’s sprawled on the passenger seat, his body twisting in angles that should be uncomfortable, but his serene smile and half-closed eyelids say otherwise. One of his hands hangs loosely on her headrest, fingers occasionally playing with strands of her hair. Tonight they’re listening to Tracy Chapman and Dean is serving as her back-up singer.
So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
Next to her, Dean quietly rasps through his own off-tune version of Fast Car. His eyes are now fully closed, but his hand gripping her shoulder is steady and he’s singing every syllable with raw emotion. The smile growing on Renee’s face matches Dean’s. She’s never felt more like herself than she does right now in this car where it’s just her, just him, just them. Connected. Genuine. Alive.
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone