Thou Shall Not Fall In Love With The Boy Toy

Your Mom Told You Not To Get In Cars With Strangers

We got into his car and drove, he didn't tell me where we were going, I honestly didn't care. It was awkwardly silent for about five minutes and then he finally talked, "So whats your favorite color?"

"Yellow, yours?" I looked over at him.

"Red, like kool-aid," I laughed at that. His car wasn't impressive by any means, a regular teen car kinda beaten up and a off-white color from years of dirt and re-washing. Where we were wasn't impressive either, a bunch of trees whirled by like every other place around here. We passed the time asking each other useless questions about favorites.

"Alright, movie? and mine is Titanic before you ask,"

"Avengers, really Titanic?!"

"Yes, its a cool movie about love and sadness"

'You cryed didn't you?"

"Shut up, freshman." I laughed and turned the radio on just so there was a litlle bit f noise. I couldn't quite make out the song, it was a slower song though, almost like a love song......ew.

"Come on, a little bit more to go," he turned off the car and got out. I followed him to a little overgrown house and a garden. He lead me inside the the garden to a cracked circle of concrete.

"What is this place?" I looked up to the night sky.

"I found it one day and its pretty neat,"

"Neat doesnt begin to describe this place.....it's amazing" I looked at him, "This is one hell of a truce Player."

"I'm a player, its what I do, you seem to be into more punk music than 'My Heart Will Go On' though," He smiled and pulled out his phone. Soon a familiar tune played from it, one I knew very well, 'I'm Low on Gas, and You need a Jacket'. We were still in our formal dress. He must have realized this because he bowed. I giggled and curtsied back. He took my hand and put his other hand around my waist, "Do you know how to dance?'

"I can just follow your lead" I stared into his eyes, "One hell of a truce..."

We danced until the end of the song, then he took my hand and we went back to the car, "So you want to go to the lame dance or you want me to drop you off at your house?"

"Turn left at the gas station and then right,"

"Home it is." We sat in silence as the radio played. We ended up at my house.

"Well, thanks for the ride Player. See you at school."

He smiled and laughed a little, "We will see, Freshman, we will see."