She opened her eyes lazily. She glanced over and he was driving steadily, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on his styrofoam cup of coffee. 

He noticed he had woken up and smiled. "Hey, babe."

"How long have I slept?", she asked, groggily, reaching for the cup with her name on it. He knew she didn't like coffee and had bought her chocolate milk. 

"Not much, about 2 hours," he answered. 

She leaned back, putting her bare feet on the dashboard. Death Cab softly wafted out of the speakers at a low volume since she had been sleeping. She turned the knob and the music grew louder and she smiled; it was "Passenger Seat", her favorite song. They sat there in silence, listening to music, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was the comfortable silence when two people don't need to actually say anything but they could just sit there. 

"How long 'til we get there?" She asked, looking at him. He was wearing a stripy green and white polo and his favorite worn jeans. She couldn't see his feet but she knew he was wearing his blue Nikes that were her favorites. On his wrist he had a ratty purple bracelet that matched hers. She reached over and squeezed his hand. 

"Umm, a little over two hours, I think. You hungry?" Before he could answer, he reached into the back seat and brought back a box. She glanced quizzically at him, a smile forming on her lips. She opened it and inside were chocolate donuts, because she told him that she had been craving them for a while and hadn't gotten around to buying any. 

"Thanks." She bit into one and grinned at him. He smiled, his eyes focused on the road. He was perfect, and he was hers. Her eyes welled up with tears as she thought of where they were going now. He was going to her off, stay at her house for a couple of days, get in touch with old friends, then pack up and go back home. Sure, he was just two states over and they at least were in the same time zone, but it still made her heart ache when she thought of him away for another year. 

"What's wrong, love?" he asked, sensing something wrong in her silence. She blinked away the tears and shook her head. She told him it was nothing and he shrugged, knowing her enough not to push her to talk. He reached over and smeared chocolate on her nose, making her giggle. 

It was moments like these that she'd miss once he had left. Driving in his car, listening to songs she'd sent him and he had pretended to like, spontaneous tickle fights, eating unhealthy food in enormous amounts, spending hours remembering funny things and personal jokes, mornings lying in bed thinking of baby names and wedding locations, texts sent to each other in the middle of the night, hugs when the weather was cold, sharing huge tubs of popcorns while watching movies. She missed him already. 

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Not particularly well written or creative, mas melhor que nada.