Music Monday: We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus
A fictional interpretation of a song by Miley Cyrus
Her hands in the air above her head, red dress hugging tightly to her curves, his leather jacket around her shoulders, she thinks:
We can’t stop. We won’t stop. This night will last forever.
***
Three hours earlier and she was sitting on the beach in front of the flickering flame of a fire. Her best friend is laughing across from her. It’s the first time she’s laughed all night.
Her boyfriend broke up with her earlier that day in the parking lot of the sundae shop they went to after school.
Somebody passes around a bottle of something much stronger than they’re all used to, and they all take a long, heavy sip. She coughs, and the boy next to her puts his arm around her, his leather jacket rubbing against the bare skin on her shoulder. She leans into him. It’s been a long time since someone held her. She knows what he wants, though.
But she has the power to decide whether she gives it or not.
***
Now on a dance floor crowded with people, he’s nowhere in sight.
She’s dancing with her best friend, and neither one of them can remember the last time they had a coherent thought. But somehow they made it here. How long have they been here? How long will they stay?
Does it matter?
***
One mission:
His house. The ex-boyfriend of her best friend has a girl over, she knows it. They must stop whatever is going to happen, must get to him before he ruins everything.
Should they be driving?
Probably not. But they’re past the point of perception and rationality.
His leather jacket has disappeared from her shoulders, though she can’t remember taking it off. The only thing on her mind is her best friend shouting in her ear turn here, turn here.
But there isn’t a turn.
There’s only a red light, and a car stopped that neither of them were coherent enough to see.
They come to a slamming halt, and disappear into the blackness.
***
We can’t stop.
We won’t stop.
This night will last forever.
But not in the way she thought.
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