Summer Love

Chapter 9: Road Trip

Louis: As soon as Sarah left the Hideout I followed, already planning. My idea included three things. One: a car, Two: a destination, and Three: Sarah.

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The next day I met Sarah at her house. I pulled up in my step dad's black 2006 Nissan Altima. The car was clean and everything worked perfect. I pulled the keys from the egnition and walked up to Sarah's front door. Sarah was the one to answer the door. She was wearing a white tank top and black shorts that accented her now tan legs. Her dirty blond hair was pulled into a loose pony tail. "Hey," she said, smiling. She looked past me, "Road trip?" she asked.

"Yep," I answered. Then I thought of something, "Go grab your camera."

"Why?" Sarah asked, cocking her head.

"We are going to make a movie," I told her. Sarah nodded and ran upstairs. She came back down with a small bag that I assumed held her camera.

"Anything else?" she asked. I shook my head. "See yah later, mom!" Sarah yelled up the stairs before walking outside. She got into the passenger side door. "So, she said, buckling her seat belt, "I know,this probably should have come up earlier but, um, how old ar you?"

I laughed, "I'm 17. Why? Are you doubting my driving skills?" Sarah shrugged and chewed on her thumb nail. "SARAH POLAN! I CAN DRIVE!" I nearly yelled, laughing. Sarah raised he arms in surender.

"I just had to be sure," she said. I smirked.

"Are you scared to be in the car I'm driving," I asked.

"Not if you aren't actually going to drive it," Sarah laughed. I glared at her and started the car. She smirked and sat back in her seat. She reached up and pressed the power on the radio. The station was put to a Top 40 station I had put it to earlier that summer. She opened the glove box and found a CD. On the case it read: Sanford & Townsend. She popped in the CD and pressed play. The first song started with its fast drum beat and guitar. Following e guitar was a trumpet. Finally the singers voice started singing. I started to sing along.

"You left me here on the way to paradise. You pulled the rug right out from under my life," I sang. I heard the sound of Sarah's camera turning on, "Well, I know where you go casue your kiss in so cold. And your eyes have a mist of a smoke of a distant fire." By now I was well aware of Sarah's camera and Sarah watching me through the screen. "You know your supposed to ask before you film someone right?"

"And you know your totally showing off to impress me right," Sarah said, still staring at the screen.

"Who said that?" I asked, looking over at her, then back at the road.

"Me," she said, smirking at the screen. I laughed, tossing my head back. "Eye's on the road," Sarah scolded. I glared at her before making my eyes all big to stare at her and swerve slightly. "Smart alec," Sarah muttered, pressing Stop on her camera.

"You know me so well," I laughed, watching the road ahead of me.

"I know the basics about you," Sarah retorted. I chuckled.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess." We sat in silence for a few seconds.

"So may I ask where we're going?" Sarah asked.

"Nope," I said, smirking.

"Why?" Sarah asked, sticking her lip out like a six year old.

"Because," I replied.

"Please please please," Sarah said, putting her hands together in a begging way.

"Nope," I said. Of course she could beg all she wanted, but she would never find out. I myself would only find out when we finally reached the place. I didn't have a clue. Oops, I guess.

Sarah: Louis wasn't a bad driver. He drove perfectly at the speed limit, only swerving that one time. We had gone through every one of his step dad's CD's singing along.

"So Louis, may you please tell us where we're going?" I asked, once again filming him.

"Nope," Louis said. I had to admit, it felt good to film again. Of course, then, that was the farthest thing from my mind. Then, I was thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss Louis. How hot he was when he was driving. How everytime I looked over at him while he was singing, he just seemed so comfortable. I myself was afraid of singing in front of people. Or really doing anything in front of people. That's why I liked filming. I never had to show my face. I clicked off the camera.

"So, um, where do you live?" I asked. It was obvious I was running out of topics to talk about. We had been riding the backroads of Southern England for hours. I didn't have a clue where Sennen Cove could possibly be. I also knew Louis didn't know where we were going.

"I live in Doncaster," Louis said.

"Sweet," I said.

"How bout you. I mean before you moved," Louis said.

"I lived in Exter," I told him. Louis nodded.

"Have you ever been there?" I asked.

"Nope," he said, smiling.

"I see. You should go sometime. It not bad," I said.

"How bout you with Doncaster?" he asked.

"I've been there once," I said, "I don't even remember why."

"I see," he said.

"Is there something cool I should see when I visit?" I asked.

"Not really. I guess I wouldn't know. I live there. Nothing's ever cool then," he said. I smiled. "So have your parents told you where your moving to?" Louis asked. I looked out the window.

"No. It's so unfair. I mean I'm not aloud to learn where I'm freaking moving to. It's just so stupid!" I said, "My mom's just afraid I'll run some sort of back ground check on the place.'

"Is that something she should be worried about?" Louis asked.

"No," I said. Louis gave me a look, "Okay maybe a little. But, if they told me not to I wouldn't," Louis continued the look, "Okay I guess it makes sense. But still."

"I see what you saying, but I see your mom's side too," Louis said. I gritted my teeth. He was really annoying me. "I'm just saying," Louis said, apparently sensing my annoyance with his super powers.

"Okay," I said, looking forward again.

"Are you hungry at all?" Louis asked, changing the subject.

"A little," I admitted. A sign claimed there was a park a few miles away. So once we reached the park, Louis stopped, pulling a picnic basket from the trunck of the Altima. We sat down in the grass, our plates on our laps. I pulled out my camera, "So here we are in some park," I told the camera, "And Louis here has put out a very nice picnic."

"Only the best for the best," Louis said. I felt my cheeks burning.

"Aww," I said. Louis shrugged and bit into his sandwich.

"Of course since she decided not to show up, so..." Louis said, that evil smirk on his face.

"Hey!" I protested, pushing him. Louis laughed as he hit the ground. I shut off the camera and lay on top of him, kissing him quickly on the lips. When I pulled back, Louis started to get up again, but I pushe him back down.

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Louis: The sun was setting when we finally saw the ocean coming into view. Sarah looked at the waves in awe. Then she rolled down he window, the smell of the salty breeze stinging the air around us. She stuck her hea out the window, the wind russlibg her loose braid. "WooHoo!" she screamed. I laughed at her insanity. She was so happy.

Sarah: I felt free. Like any normal teen. No barriers were in my way. I felt amazing. I was high on that salty air. Or maybe it was that I was high on the sunshine. All I knew was I was free and happy. That was all that made a difference.