Coconut Colada

Chapter 3

Levi opened the car door and gently helped me into the seat. Then he got in with ease, and began driving.

"So are you old enough to drive? I don't want to get in trouble with the police," I stated, slightly worried about having a stranger drive me.

"Don't worry, my dad is a cop," he winked. This was making me slightly uneasy.

"Okay, but are you old enough?!" Levi was making me slightly flustered, with his care free way of things.

"No, are you?" Levi smirked playfully.

"No, I'm only 14," I said while crossing my arms.

"Well I'm older, so I get to drive," was he always this childish? I rolled my eyes.

"So you must be around 15?" I questioned knowingly.

"Yes, I am 15 and two months." Why was he so specific? I don't go around saying that I'm 14 and 11 months.

After some mental math I figured his birthday was in February some time.

"So you were born in February?" I questioned, almost certain I was correct. He nodded. Yep, he wasn't going to tell me the date. It was almost like he knew I was into zodiac signs.

"How about some music?" Was this his was of shutting me up before I revealed exactly who he is?

"So, you and my brother are both named after a pair of jeans?" I questioned playfully. He seemed kind of surprised at my humor.

"Totally," Levi said sarcastically.

"Ohhh! I like this song," my once crying face lit up with joy. "It's by Green Day!" I was even more happy now.

Levi nodded, "Basket Case." Did he like my unusual genre of music as well? I could feel myself get even happier, if that was possible. "You don't look like the type to listen to this." Levi glanced at me, searching my eyes for why I liked this song.

"What I can't listen to 90's alternative? Just because I don't fit the stereotype of people who listen to it, doesn't mean I can't." It bothered me when people just used how I look to judge me.

Levi took a moment to think about how to respond. He didn't want me to completely freak out.

"No, no, it's just most people who hear my type of music don't like it." Levi pressed the eject button and took out a cd.

"See I made this myself, and most people don't think this is the type of music I listen to as well." But this is exactly how I assumed his music taste was. He was a rule breaking teenager and he looked like it. I did, ever so slightly respect how he responded to me though. We took a moment to enjoy the last seconds of the song.

"So you said your Hungarian?" I wanted to know more about his interesting background.

"Well my dad is, my mom is Vietnamese." Now that he mentioned it I could see facial features I had seen in other Vietnamese people.

"She had visited here when she was twelve, to see family." Levi seemed serious.
"She met my dad while she was visiting-"

I interrupted him, "so your mom had you when she was twelve?!" I soon realized how mental I sounded. He would think I was psychotic.

"No?" Levi took a moment and then continued,
"As I was saying, she was friends with him. When she was older she decided to move somewhere else, but also somewhere familiar."

"So she moved here," Levi agreed with my statement by nodding his head. We were stopped at a red light when he suddenly pulled out his phone. He tapped on an icon and faced the camera towards me.

"Hey! Why are you taking pictures of me?!" I barely knew him and he was already super annoying.

"So later on we will have a picture of how we met." Did he mean we were going to see each other after this- and look back at it years from now.

"Well maybe don't take it while we are driving, ok." I had completely forgotten about my ankle, but soon remembered it when I went to move in my seat.
"Ouch!" I was shocked at first, then I remembered falling down the stairs.

"Did you forget about your ankle already?" He rolled his eyes, and held a gaze with me.

"I guess you made me forget." I was staring into his eyes so deeply I felt I could see his soul. Then snapping me out of my daze a car horn screeched in my eardrums.

"Oh shit!" He shouted. Levi accelerated very quickly and began to climb in speed up to around 100 mph. He had a nervous look on his face and red began to appear on his cheeks. We passed one of those speed testers and we were way over the speed limit.

"Levi please slow down," I begged while holding onto the handle above the door.

"Don't you want to get to the hospital." He was back to his usual expression, serious and hard to read.

"Well obviously, but you don't have to speed. We will probably have to wait in the waiting room for like three hours anyway," I was not looking forward to waiting in the hospital.

"That's why I want to get there fast." He had both hands on the wheel and eyes straight on the road. He seemed more tense. Luckily we were nearing the hospital and I wouldn't have to sit in the awkward silence much longer.

Levi parked the car and came around to my side. He brushed his hair back while looking at the sky and I realized how nice his hair was. It was dark and came to about the middle of his neck in the back. In the front he had a middle part, that gave me 90's rockstar vibes.

"Are you just going to sit and pose in the sun or are you going to help me?" He looked at me with a shocked face and then smiled. Levi locked the door as we walked towards the hospital.