YOUNG VOLCANOES

six

"What do you mean they stole your car?" I begin to walk after him.

He's heading the opposite direction from my house. Following the direction the car had gone.

"I mean that: they fucking hot wired it, got in and used it to egg people" he says. His voice was manlier because of his anger... well, either he was angry or he was trying to impersonate Chuck Norris... And I doubt it's the second one.

"Can you fucking calm down. I know they stole your car but I've had a fucking bad night also..." I run a little, Just enough to get ahead of him and then stand on his way.

I put both my arms infront of me to stop him. For a slight moment I touch his chest and I can't help but notice how toned it was... After getting past the fact his shirt was wet with eggs and now so where my hands.

He stared down at me.
He was taller than me but I wasn't really that short- so I didn't feel that intimidated by him. My eyes where at his mouth level if I stood looking straight forward.

I could guess he wasn't up for my shit but it was not my fault that he'd decided to leave his car alone in such an untrustworthy place.

"Alex... this is insane. It's 2am!. You don't know where they are... we'll call the police in the morning" I try to persuade him.

I use the voice mom's allways use for children to want to do the right thing...

A big part of me wanted just to get home. But not after such a long night was I going to leave him to go out and seek revenge on some college kids by himself.

"I know where they are. And because I know where they are- we can't call the police" he says calmly but his tone establishing that he just wants to get rid of me.

All of us: Allison, Felix, Alex and me had this slight Australian accent. Sense we where all raised with Australian dads before we went to primary school; we'd learned to talk with Australian accents as little kids. After starting school in America our teacher's corrected us from time to time as we learnt new words to speak, this meaning that most of the time if we watched our pronunciation we could speak with an American accent but if we got agitated or sloppy our natural Australian came out.

When he got angry Alex's Australian accent got sharper.

He sounded like an upset kangaroo...

He considered the idea of going home for a second, I saw it on his eyes but then he shook his head. He then goes around me and keeps walking.

"What do you mean we can't call the cops?. You need to stop trying to be Buddha and actually explain things... not say them and then leave the scene dramatically" I critiscize him; hoping he would explain what the hell he was up to.

"I won the car in a street race. You race and if you beat the other person you win their car. It's illegal: so if we call the police they'll need to know how I got the car in the first place. And lying to the police is also a felony." he explains and keeps walking away.

I knew he was a criminal.

He takes off his egg covered jacket and wraps it around his waist.

Even his black vans where covered in Egg.

This karma situation left a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

Sure my clothes got stolen but that's no comparison to loosing your car. Even if it wasn't legally his, in the first place.

"Okay... but why are you so sure they're racing with the car tonight?. And why do you need to get it tonight back?" I whine. Most of my light brown hair is dry by now.