one-shots

Imagine 25

Your car broke down and you scream with frustration. This isn't the first time your car decided to be a b*tch. You get out, wanting to call your friend, but guess what? Your stupid phone has no battery left. That means, you need to get a ride by a stranger, how nice. You stick your hand out, waiting for someone to stop for you, but no one does. You stick your middle finger up to a couple drivers that make eye contact and laugh. This really is not your day. After 10 min of waiting you see a car stop in front of you. You quickly feel your back pocket and clench your hand that's hidden in your sweater. You have a pocket kn*fe in your pocket and a taser in your hand. There's no way you are getting in the car of a stranger without protection. They roll the window down and you look inside hiding a gasp. It's a young man/woman in his/her 20 smiling at you with a beautiful dimple smile. "Need some help?", he/she asks. "Yes pls", you laugh looking away. He/she unlocks the door and you slowly get in.

You close your seatbelt from behind you and not over you, so you can always jump when needed. He/she doesn't say anything and just smiles at you before asking you where you are heading. "The city pls, next to that big museum",
"You going to a museum at 11 pm?", he/she says laughing starting the car. "I am, I heard the paintings wake up at night and have a party. I thought I'd join",
He/ she looks at you scanning you up and down before giving you a wink. "You definitely belong in a museum", he/she says, opening the window. He/she leans back, one arm on the steering wheel and the other outside the window. Man that's the most hottest thing you have ever seen. "I do", you whisper looking out the window, a blush forming on your cheeks.