Impala

Untitled Part 1

Chapter 1

Someone sat down on the bench next to me. The fictional characters swirling around my head didn't go. I didn't even look up. I loved reading. It was something about the dusty smell and the yellowing pages. I looked up and around the park but still not at the person on my left. The park was covered in a thin mist with the sun shining through. There was a nice car across the street. Must have cost a lot. I swear I recognised it. I looked closer at the number plate, my face screwing up in confusion.

"You ok? Or just in love with my car?" He laughed. I looked up at the man next to me. He looked 30-35 with green eyes and short brown hair. He had a faded brown leather jacket on with some sort of strange necklace.

"Yeah I'm good. Sorry, I thought I recognised your car from when I was little." I replied sort of nervously. I was sure I had seen this car. "Hey, um this may sound weird but do you recognise that house?" I pointed to my house across the street. He looked at it for minute before replying.

"Don't think so. And trust me, I've heard weirder." He laughed again and the sun shone through his hair.

"Dean! Come on lets go. I have pie!" someone shouted from across the street. I looked at him. He was hard to make out from here but he had longish brown hair tucked behind his ears. The guy next to me, who must be Dean, leapt from his seat. "Sorry gotta go. The pie calls!". As soon as the car doors shut, Metallica started to blare out of the stereo. I laughed, not only because this Dean guy (it felt weird saying his name, I didn't know him) was thumping his hands against the wheel and singing, because this was the song I heard when I last saw this car. Talk about dejà vou. This had been my favourite song ever since.