Taxi (muke)

2. Michael

Incoming call, the monitor in my car reads.
I swipe my finger across the screen Ashtons voice filling the car instantly.
" Mike, hey", he says and I swear I can hear him smiling on the other end the the central. Im lucky to have one of my closest friends being assigned to me.
" What's up", I ask hoping nobody needs a ride, I was just starting to fall asleep.
I hate night shifts.
" You have a call from 26 Mainor Street", he answers.
" Ugh mmkay", I murmur already starting the engine.
The call disconnected and I started playing my queen album quietly.
I know I'm not allowed to but who cares.

At first I would have wondered who the hell would want a taxi at almost 4am, but I grew quite used to it by now, probably a guy kicked out by his girlfriend who needs a ride to his mom.
I turn into Mainor street, looking left and right careful not to miss house 26.
I spot the number attached to a dark door on the left side, not quit seeing the color in this darkness.
A guy, probably 16, walks out behind one of the bushes towards my car.

He opens the door and quickly sits inside, his hands fiddling with each other. He has the hood of his black jacket covering his face that is turned towards the window.

" So do you just want to stay here? Im okay with that I mean I hate driving around at night, you never know what kind of creatures could jump at you", I say starting to turn the key.
" Um- I..Id like to go to house 56, Salvatore street and then t-to the north bridge ", he says in a quite voice.
I nod, used to teenagers going to secret drug parties at 4am, and turn on the navigator putting in the address.

Throughout the whole ride the boy has his hand in his pocket with his head down, every now and then glancing to the window.
I follow the navigators orders, turning left twice and right once, stopping Infront of house 56.

" Uh I-I'll be right back", he says finally turning his face to me.
He has a beautiful face, big icy blue eyes, an adorable sloped nose, pouty lips and perfect high check bones.
My breath hitches as I looked closer seeing the skin around his right eye was slightly darker than the rest with the hint of blue and green.

" What happened to your eye ", I ask feeling bad for him.
" I um f-fell down t-the stairs a few days ago ", he says his eyes looking at me then down at his hands again and back to the window.
"Oh ", I said not really wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

He opened the door stepping out of the car with his long legs, almost Tripping over.
I squint my eyes, trying to see what the white thing in his hand is, probably a love letter he is leaving for his girlfriend or something.
I don't know why I'm so curious, usually I just drive the people to the places they want to go to ,not actually talking to them, but this boy is different.
There's something about him.

After a few minutes I see him coming out of the front door.
He opens the door and sits down and I notice him only wearing a shirt now, with no hoodie to cover him.
His blond hair is pushed into a quiff and damn.
He looks good in an adorable way.

I realize I'm staring and quickly turn the key again.
" The north bridge right ?" , I ask looking at his nose.
I always have a problem with looking gorgeous people in the eyes.
" Yes please ", he answers quietly.

I put in the address into the navigator again and turn on my cd again after I turned it off earlier.

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy ?

Freddy Mercurys voice starts as I see the boys head turn towards the player.

Caught in the landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the sky and see

Im just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come easy go
little hight little low
Anywhere the wind blows,
Doesn't really matter to me
To me