Cara's POV

I tilt my head up, letting my face soak up what's left of the sunlight that is shining down on me from the sky. I take a deep breath and let it out, smiling as I do so. The feel of the wind hitting my body as Lana speeds down the empty road feels amazing against my skin, and as I open my eyes and look over at her, I know she is thinking the same thing.

I belt out in laughter and watch her as she does the same, wind in her hair and the mixed colors of the sunset reflecting on her. For how long we have been doing this, I don't know. But I know that as we begin to reach the main part of Los Angeles, not long enough.

It is the second to last day of my little holiday in Los Angeles, and I am not surprised when the thought of it coming to an end saddens me. We almost did the same thing everyday, but not quite. We'd go to a different part of Los Angeles everyday. We'd walk around and Lana would show me all her favorite spots, hang outs, shops, restaurants, and I would see why she loves those places so much, why they are her favorite. She doesn't even need to explain to me why, but I let her anyway. Because the way her face lights up and eyes shine when she is talking about something she loves, is one of my favorite things.

I keep my eyes on the road as she enters the main part of Los Angeles and lean back against the passenger seat as the feel of the wind against me becomes faint. That is one of the things I don't like about coming into the main part; we can't drive as fast as when we are outside of Los Angeles. But, just because Lana can't drive as fast as when we are outside the main part of Los Angeles, doesn't mean she doesn't drive fast at all.

It would make me anxious at first. How fast she would drive. But now, I know why she does it. The rush of it all, the feel of the wind against your skin and hair flowing in the air. The way you feel when you are doing it, its exhilarating .

"Are you hungry yet?" I hear her ask. She stops at a red light and I look over at her, pulling up my Polaroid to my face. She is still looking onto the road when I take the shot, hands on the wheel and face serious.

"Cara!" she blushes. I've been doing this a lot lately, snapping pictures of her when she isn't looking.

Usually those are my favorites. Because she is just being natural, she doesn't know I am going to take her picture. Whether she is smiling at me, laughing, looking down in embarrassment, or just admiring something, she never fails to look beautiful. Never. But, when she is posing, when she knows I am going to take her picture, the things that she does.. whether it being silly, or serious, or sexy- I don't even know how to describe it.

"Are you?" she questions again, still slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah I am." I finally answer. "Anywhere particular you want to go?"

The light turns green and she begins driving once again, going straight until we reach Santa Monica blvd and making a right there.

"Not really, you?"

She keeps on going straight down Santa Monica Blvd. and I look around, seeing if there are any restaurants that we could eat at.

"Well there is this one restaurant close by, we can go there before heading back to the Chateau."

"Alright."

The place that Lana chooses is simple enough. But to be completely honest, it looks more like a bikers bar than a restaurant. And after a while of looking around, I notice that it might actually be a bikers bar. There is a pool table in the center of the tables and a darts board that hangs by the bar, a few feet away from a pinball machine that no one really seems to be taking any interest in, and to top it off, most of their drinks are alcoholic. But, their food is better than you would think at first glance of the place.

We both went simple, ordering a burger with fries and a soda. The waitress insisted their wings were their best dish, but I was more in the mood for a burger than wings.

"Is this a bikers bar?" I finally question, dipping a fry in the small puddle of ketchup on my plate. I see Lana swallow the food in her mouth and take a sip of her soda, nodding as she sets her cup down.

"Well.. yeah, yeah it is." she says. "Why? Do you want to go somewhere else or.. ?"

"No no no it's fine, the food is amazing. It's just that you said restaurant and I don't usually see butt-cracks slipping out of tight black jeans at restaurants."

I gesture my head to a chubby biker wearing the tight black jeans playing pool and she turns her head, laughing once she sees my view.

"You've been going to the wrong restaurants." she tells me. I laugh and slide a little further down in the booth, the mans butt-crack soon being gone from my view.

We go on with the rest of our lunch/dinner butt-crack free. I tell Lana more about my job in Brighton and she listens, actually listens to me. It's another one of my favorite things. She always manages to make me feel special when I'm around her, like I'm the only thing left in the world. She asks questions and her eye contact never falters. She genuinely seems interested in what I have to say, and that gives me a warm feeling inside.

"I was thinking, since you are leaving in a few days to the UK." she swallows some food in her mouth. "Maybe.. I could go along with you?"

I drop the fry that is between my index finger and thumb finger and look at her, surprised. Did she just.. say what I really think she said?

"What?"

"Maybe I could go along with you, you know, to England. If you don't want me to I understand I just-"

"Lana." I interrupt her. "I want you to."

I reach across the table and take her hand in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. I smile at her and she blushes, returning a smile herself.

We end up staying a couple minutes after finishing our food, letting it go down before laving. On the way back to the Chateau I check if there are still tickets available for the same flight I will be on, luckily, there is. I tell Lana this and she says to wait until we are back in the room so she can try to get us seats right next to each other. I nod at this, clicking my phone shut.

"At what time is your flight?" Lana asks, placing her hand on my thigh. I look at it momentarily then up at her, as if to make sure it is in fact her hand on my thigh.

"What?"

"Your flight. At what time is it?"

"Oh." I say. "9:00. Holly told me to be there at 7:00."

she groans. "Why so early?" I chuckle at this.

"Airports are the worst." she whines, making a turn. I only shrug. I wouldn't know. Not yet at least.

"I'm sleeping on the plane." she states.

"You'll wake up with your face drawn on." I say, smiling just picturing it.

"Is that a threat?" she looks over at me. I stay silent, continuing to look outside.

"I want to see you try." She fires back. I only smile. We'll see.

We arrive at the Chateau moments later and I look around at the almost empty parking garage, pulling my jacket tighter around my body, somewhat creeped out. I need to stop watching horror movies so much. I hear the lock sound of the car blare and begin walking to the back of the car. I meet Lana and take her left hand in my right, squeezing her hand tight.

We reach the room just as she gets a call, and I let her hand go so she can get her phone out of her purse.

"Hello?" she answers. I reach into her bag and grab the key, opening the door and entering the room. I set the key on a table and walk over to where we left her laptop last, opening it and going to safari. I go on google and wait for Lana to finish talking on the phone before doing anything else, she is the one who knows how to do this kind of stuff.

She finally hangs up the phone and I pat the empty spot on the couch next to me, gesturing for her to sit with me.

"C'mon, you need to do this. I just know I'm going to fuck something up if I do it."

I click the search bar and look back up at her. I see the familiar look on her face and feel my smile fall.

"What?" I question. She sighs and sits next to me.

"That was my manager," she starts. "I have some things I need to do here for the next couple of days that I cant move to different dates."

"Oh." I look down, feeling disappointed and slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Cara, you know I wanted to go."

"No yeah, course." I manage a smile. "It's not your fault, don't apologize."

I close the laptop and set it down on the couch, getting up afterwards and walking to the kitchen. It was far fetched for her to go with me, I should have thought about that more before getting so excited.

"Cara." I hear Lana say. I turn and set the lemonade I have just served my self down on the counter, turning to her.

"We shouldn't end your last day like this." she says. I take a drink from my lemonade and look at her questionably. She smiles at me, getting closer. She looks down at the hem of my shirt and takes ahold of it, looking back up at me before settling her eyes into mine. A smile playing on her lips.

"Let's go for a swim."