Somewhere In My Car sung by Keith Urban

He gently pressed down on the brake, coming to a slow stop. It was a slow night, not seeing a single headlight for the past ten miles. On the radio, they played some calm country songs, giving him a nice feel of nostalgia. Before he knew it, the light was already green.

Cautiously, he pulled forward, glancing out the window of his truck. The old building of the town passed by, quiet and still now since most people were already asleep. He looked up, seeing the next traffic turn from a shade of yellow to red. It was like he was hitting every single red light, but it was alright. He didn't want to be alone.

There was nobody waiting there.

It would be a cold and empty bed.

He slightly cursed to himself, knowing she was out with someone else. She wouldn't be there waiting for his kiss. He wouldn't hear her sweet voice greet him tonight.

" I want to be the man in the middle of the night shining like it's true
I wanna to be the man that you run to whenever I call on you
When everything that loved someone finally found it's way
I wanna be a better man I can see it in you yeah

Hey I want to love you baby"

"Shut up." He muttered under his breath, turning down the volume. He bit his bottom lip, regret now filling in his veins. He shook his head, his blonde hair slightly falling into his brown eyes.

Those were words he wished he would have told her.

He finally made it home, parking his truck in the drive. All he could think of was her and that night they shared. In his mind, they were somewhere to his car.

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"I don't need too much of nothing
I just wanna sing a little chill song
Get my groove on
Pour something strong down in my drink
Oh, I know that I don't need a whole lot of anything
I just want a little bit of everything!" Anna sung, a smile plastered on her face. Kristoff laughed, glancing at her through the corner of his eyes. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I just like listenin' to you sing, is all." He replied, slightly shrugging his right shoulder.

"Phht," Anna stated, rolling her blue eyes. "As if. You're just making fun of me." She smiled.

"Maybe a little bit of that too," He grinned back, making her laugh and shove his shoulder. "Hey! Don't make me swerve! The cops are gonna think I'm drunk!" He laughed.

"Well you did have a few drinks." She teased, leaning over the center console, resting her head in her hand.

"You really wanna see me go to jail?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrow at her. She shrugged her shoulders, not taking her eyes off of him.

"I have always liked bad boys." She teased, brushing his long, blonde hair out of his eyes. A blush ran across his cheeks as he turned to look back into her mesmerizing eyes.

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He jumped, looking to his right.

She wasn't there.

He let out a long sigh, exiting the truck. He ran his hand over his face as he unlocked the front door. Why did he have to let her go?

The house was dark and silent like usual. He kicked off his boots and walked back to the bedroom. He didn't bother brushing his teeth or getting ready for bed in general. He just wanted to fall asleep.

He laid in the cold and empty bed. He reached out to her side, wishing she was laying there beside him. His heart was breaking as he remembered the way he used to hold her here. He would give anything to bring her back.

xxx

He stretched out, squinting his brown eyes to check the clock. As usual, he slept in till noon, not needing an excuse to wake up early anymore. He toss the blankets to the side, looking up at his wall.

He should really take them down.

Those pictures of them together hanging on the wall just made him depressed. Each one held an empty promise. They were supposed to be together forever. He didn't know why he left them up. They always gave him a stab to the heart whenever he saw them.

Why couldn't he just let her go?

She had obviously moved on. Anna could never stay with one guy for long. In fact, Kristoff was the longest relationship she ever had with a guy, but now she was with Hans. The guy he was told not to worry about.

Kristoff shook his head, trying to get rid of his thoughts on the jerk who stole his fiancée . There was no use in going back over these emotions. It would just make him want to drink and throw punches at whatever was closest to him.

Kristoff opened the shades, looking outside.

It was raining. The drops pounding against the window, leaving rain trails down the window.

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"Come on, Kristoff. Would you rather be weak and handsome or strong and ugly?" Anna asked, looking over at him. The rain was beating against the car and the windshield wipers were gently swiping back and forth. They were pulled over on the side of the road, both of them tired from driving. The streetlights were glowing around them.

"I guess I would rather be handsome and weak. I could always try working out. You can't just make yourself handsome." He replied, softly smiling at her.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you got blessed with both, right?" She flirted, looking into his brown eyes. "You're strong and very handsome." She smiled, running her hand up and down his arm.

"Really? I thought you were saying I was ugly and weak." He teased, slightly chuckling. She giggled back, shaking her head.

"You're so cute, ya know that?" She grinned, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her laugh filled the car, making him smile brighter.

Before he could think, her soft lips landed on his. Their kisses become heated, their moans acting like gasoline adding onto the fire. She grabbed onto his shirt, pulling it over his head. 

Her fingertips slipped up and down his back, slightly scratching it. She crawled onto his lip, leaning into each kiss. They stopped, looking into each other's eyes.

They were breathing hard, their eyes traveling all over each other's face. They were steaming up the glass, making it obvious to other what was happening inside. "I love you." He breathed.

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He looked down, shutting down the shade again.

He would never forget her.

But he knew she was never coming back.

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hey guys! Long time no see! Sorry for this sad Drabble. I don't know why, I just feel like Kristoff would be a Keith Urban kinda guy so if you realize that   EVERY ONE involving Kristoff is Keith Urban, you know why.

Guess who's donating blood tomorrow?? Me somehow.

ALSO all of the songs mentioned in this chapter are ALL by Keith Urban. Just google the lyrics and you'll probably find the song. I'm just to lazy to credit them right now. Later.