Current location:	Topeka, Kansas
Current mood:	Agitated
Current music:	"Living Dead Girl" - Rob Zombie
Entry tags:	butterfly, fiction, un_love_you, writers_muses

For writers_muses and un_love_you
Title: White Rose
Characters: Stuntman Mike, mention of Butterfly
Fandom: Grindhouse/Death Proof
Word Count: 596
Rating: PG
Prompt: un_love_you 17.Wish I didn't love you.
and writers_muses 1. I ran away and I keep running every day, farther and farther. But I never made it out of that place. Not really.....
Summary: Mike on the road in Kansas



Mike was sitting at a rest stop in Kansas watching the people rove in and out of the highway stop. He ignored most of them as he ate his cheeseburger. They were the usual rag-tag of people caught on a Sunday highway, probably heading home. Mike wasn’t headed anywhere in particular. All he needed was to drive and soothe away whatever it was that was bothering him.

He wiped his hands on a napkin before cramming the trash into the take out bag. He never left garbage in his car, ever. Bag in hand he left the car and made for the nearest garbage can. The people seemed a little more interesting now that he was out of the car and capable of hearing their conversations.

It was laughter, high female laughter, which drew his attention. He glanced over and had to do a double take. He swore she had been someone else. A dark haired girl was standing not far away with a bouquet of flowers. They were pressed to her face as she spoke on her cell phone. The woman was happy but Mike was too busy looking her over.

Swiftly, he turned his back on the woman with the flowers. He loathed the woman she reminded him of. Still the man he was felt a twinge of a smile thinking about the flowers. He hated her and he wanted to send her flowers. Every time he hit the road he hoped to forget Butterfly. It never worked. In fact the longer he was away the more he obsessed over her.

He returned to the car without giving the dark haired woman another look. Tires squealed when he pulled out. It was his vain attempt to squash his internal feelings with adrenaline. The road passed faster now that he was thinking about Texas again. He wasn’t just thinking about Texas but a particular street, a particular place, a single person he wanted to hate. He did hate her. At the same time though he might have felt something more. Not love but not indifference either.

Topeka came fast with his agitated driving. Here he had to keep his sped with in limits. It also meant obeying stop lights. Mike hated sitting at them. Distracted he took in a strip mall. His eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses when he saw the FTD. The sick, chaotic feeling came back but the decision was already made as he turned the car into the strip lot.

Once parked, Mike hesitated, staring at the front of the flower shop. He hated her and still he was about to buy her flowers. Why? It was madness. He shoved the door open and tossed the cigarette to the ground as he stood. His mind was made up despite any other feeling he had been having. Once inside he quickly ordered a dozen roses; 11 black and one white. They would be sent not to her apartment but to the bar.

The whole process left Mike smiling when he left. It had nothing to do with his own state of mind but the sheer fact he knew when those flowers showed up her mind would be locked on him again. It was a psychological torment he fed on. He even ensured it with the card he’d sent with them. A simple red heart shape with “Miles to Go Butterfly” written on the inside. He didn’t need to write more. It didn’t need a name. She’d know who it was but she’d never guess why they were sent.