Plush [18+]

Chapter two: Back home

Neither one of us knew how late it had gotten until we left McDonald's.

"Oh shit it's almost sundown!" He said

"I'm so sorry" I apologized to him.

"Why?" He curiously asked me turning to look a the sun slowly setting.

"For distracting you back when we were eating and I kept going on and on about going to college."

"No not at all it's fine."

"Won't you be fired?"

"No." He laughed it off

Hoping he wouldn't I kept driving trying to take my mind off of it. At Least I was here with a boy, no a man like this. You couldn't call him a boy, no matter how young he looks or how old he is, this was a man. Just what I had always wanted, but I was still a girl. Not a woman and most certainly not a lady. I was still daddy's little princess with my tiara and tea parties. In this depth of thought I had noticed I hadn't crashed, how come. I can't drive, but that's also when I notice his hands were on mine helping me guide the car through the streets of Atlanta, Georgia and back to the dmv. It didn't mean anything in reality, it was a simple friendly gesture, but in my head it was as is Venus the goddess of love had blessed me with her golden belt, and I could make and feel love. His warm firm hands on mine. It was paradise.

"You're doing good." He said to me reassuring me that if he took his hands off we wouldn't crash due to my lack of driving skill.

"Thank you." Is all I could say without embarrassing myself again in front of this gift from God.

"Anytime."

As we pulled back into the dmv parking lot. I crept into a depressing emotion, it was over, wait no it wasn't, his boss came out she had big brown eyes with bags under them with red lipstick on, some she ha gotten on her teeth and a fake Chanel bag, I felt bad for her at first because she looked like she was alone.

" Mr.Scott, do you have any idea how late it is." She scowled in her fake British accent

"I'm sorry Ms.Crowing, we got stuck in traffic it won't happen again I promise." He lied his ass off, that was a turnoff.

"This is the third time you've pulled this stunt, you are NOT here to give out joyrides to any and everyone."

"I promise never again will it happen." He replied to he scold

"You're right it won't, I'm sorry Mr.Scott but you're fired, you are too irresistible, and look the cars even scratched."

I felt bad now for running into that sidewalk in the fashion that I did.

"But Ms.Crow-

"No buts Mr.Scott you've had your chance." She looked at him like peasant

I sat quietly but I was down with slapping her if he was cause at this point she was just being down right rude.

"Okay then." He said getting out of the car holding a frappe and a half eaten quarter pounder. He splashes the frappe on the windshield and smeared the sandwich all over the hood and part of the side, as a final fuck you to his old job.