All Things Blue

2. All Things Ride

I'm not sure how soon afterwards I saw him again, it could've been a week or two but it was most definitely a Friday night. I was in Santana's room alone after practice, stretching my sore body and waiting for Santana to come home when I saw movement in the house adjacent to me. The house beside Santana's had always been vacant so I was surprised to hear anything. I walked forward where the window was slightly ajar and the shade revealed the silhouette of a man, but it seemed like he was falling or someone was pushing him back.

Santana lived in a high class suburban neighborhood. The houses all looked slightly similar and most of them had around three floors. In an effort to fit more homes in the suburb the houses were larger on the outside than they appeared at first glance. This made the cookie cutter homes very close in vicinity with only a narrow field of grass separating each house. I could easily peer into the bordering window.

I was already surprised to see anyone in the house at all, so watching someone almost get pushed out the window startled me. I raised the window and called after him. " Hey, is everything okay there?" I asked.

The guy turned around fumbling with his pants, revealing a very scantily clad girl on her knees. Almost immediately I realized what I had interrupted. The guy in question of course was him.

I blushed an unhealthy shade of red before apologizing profusely. " I'm so sorry, I didn't realize w-wha, Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," I stuttered out embarrassed again on how I must've looked to him. He sighed deeply before shaking his head at me and pulling the window pane and shade down.

And then he cut the lights off embarrassing me even further.

The very next morning, I woke up relatively early for practice after setting Santana's many alarms to ensure she woke up for her game today. I drove an old pickup truck named Beulah. She often needed a jumpstart and the handle for the passenger side didn't work all the time, but she got me from Point A to Point B without much hassle so it was all I could ask for.

This particular morning she didn't want to start, and after I tried to jumpstart her with the box twice, I'm sure I had woken up half the neighborhood.

" Do you need a ride?" I heard a man say.

I looked up and sure enough it was him. The mystery man from school stood before me dressed in jeans and a wife beater displaying several tattoos across his forearms. His disheveled hair almost hid his red low eyes and dark eyes, but the soft wind wafted the loud smell of marijuana to me.

" No, I'm fine," I said.

" You sure because it doesn't look like that car's going to start anytime soon," he said with his hands in his pockets leaning casually against the doorway. I ignored him and walked over to the driver seat, turning the key in the ignition.

Come on Beulah please don't embarrass me now.

Of course, Beulah chose to embarrass me profusely in front of company. I contemplated waking Santana up but I knew it wasn't even a reality. Sure if he wasn't there I might've asked one of my ballet friends to come get me, but he was there and he offered. I walked out of the car and he wasted no time reminding me.

" My offer still stands and it seems like you're in a hurry," he said again. It pained me to take a favor but I knew I had no other choice.

" That would help me out a lot," I said. He turned around going back inside, returning with his keys, slides and a helmet.

"Come on," he said walking towards the street. I assumed the car on the street was his so I walked towards it only to watch him uncover a silver and blue motorcycle. The motorcycle almost shined in the light, as he handed me the helmet.