YOUNG VOLCANOES

three

When we get in his car, I notice the car smells like hot chocolate, like if someone had earlier in the day spilled a hot chocolate cup on the seats. The smell was welcoming in a way...

"Is this your car?" I ask and look at his expression.

He nodds while putting in the keys and starting the engine up, he turns up the radio and old rock starts to fill the car.

I want to ask how he'd gotten it. My Uncle didn't look like the type of person who would reward someone like Alex with a car (after all the trouble Alex's caused).
I analize the situation and get to the conclusion that I'm probably in a stolen car.

I hike up my legs to the seat and hugg them close to my body.

"If you're going to do that, take off your shoes" he orders "I don't want you to stain the leather".

I want to answer back at him. The bare sound of his voice just makes me want to argue with him...maybe I'm just in a bad mood.

I observe him; It's like if the light could control how old he looked.

The first time I'd seen him tonight, I could have sworn he was 21 but now he looks like a normal 18 year old.

Under the night light he looks young.

His hair is messy; just like his dad's allways is. The dark red color on his head in the dark looks like a simple dark brown. He could change identity by switching lightning.

His appearence could change so much but you'd still recognize him in a big crowd because he has one of those faces.

I put my feet back down to the car's floor.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask.

He shrugs. "What you want is to get back at your dad. Prove to yourself that you can be independent. So I'm going to give you the freedom you want" he says as if I had no other choice than to accept.

"I don't want to get back at my dad... I still feel awful for speaking back at him..." I confess.

Truth is I'd never had had such a fight with my Dad.

"Maybe you should just take me home" I suggest.

"But you want to get back at him. Infact you're getting back at your dad right now, Sam" he says.

"How is that so?"

"If not you wouldn't even be hanging out with me. You're just doing it because you know he wouldn't stand the idea of you and me alone" he says

"Or... I just want a ride back home. Besides who made you an expert on me?. You've haven't talked to me on these recent years" I point out.

"You're the one who evades me. Scared of me even..." he mocks cockily.

" Maybe I stayed away from you because you smell bad" I argue like an 11 year old.

"No one says that they want to have sex with someone who smells bad" he points out.

"Would you stop with that?!. I just wanted to make my Dad angry, that's the only reason why I said that" I brush my hair out of my face and look out the car's window.

"My point proven. You are using me to get back at your Dad!" He exclaims proudly and laughs. A really handsome laugh, being honest. He begins tappinh the wheel to the melody of the song playing on the stereo as we are stuck in a red light.

"You know what?! Believe what you want, I'm done with this argument" I state.

"Typical girls. They see they can't win an argument so they surrender before accepting that they have lost..." he says getting on my nerves.