The Lucky One

Chapter Fifty

"Seatbelt or I won't turn my car on."

Lou glanced at the brunette who was already looking at her, waiting for her to put her seatbelt on. Despite the dimmed parking lot, Lou could see her face clearly. She could see the minimal lines patched on her face, those graphics of histories etched on her so beautifully, and in Lou's soliloquy, Sandra was utterly beautiful.

With a smirk and a playful shaking of her head, Lou stared at her, "It's midnight almost.  Are you always this hostile?"

"Only to those jerk ass people and by people, I mean you." She looked at the blonde one last time before she turned the car's engine on, "Seatbelt, please."

"Alright, Doctor." Lou answered as she put her seatbelt on, "Done. So now..." She let the phrase hung loose on her tongue as Lou watched the brunette drive in reverse before Sandra successfully got them out of the hospital's parking lot and out to the highway, "...are you finally telling me where will you take me, pretty?"

The brunette didn't look at her; on her face was this immensely visible annoyance plastered for Lou to feast on. Despite the brunette making sure Lou could see it, the blonde was still so unbothered by it which makes the brunette even more annoyed.

"To your grave."

"Woah, easy." Lou laughed, settling her eyes towards the highway in front; the midnight had caved its way to the whole world - the cars passing were very minimal already, the dimmed highway was lit with streetlights, hence it looked so peaceful and serene and Lou, having a free-spirited personality, really wanted to open the car's window - the image of herself sitting on the car's window rail with the wind dancing through the strands of her hair was tempting, but she knew better than to do it, "At least take my underwear down to the floor, first."

The brunette didn't entertain her words, instead Sandra gave her a glare, "Address."

"What?"

"What's your goddamn address?" Sandra clicked her tongue against the roof of her lips. The blonde beside her was getting into her nerves already, "I'm not joking, Louise."

"Baby,.." Lou placed her chin on her palm as she flirtatiously looked at the brunette driving, "...can't you take me to your place, can you?" 

"I'm not joking, Lou." Sandra blurted, "What's your address?"

"Why are you so keen in knowing my address when you can just take me to your place, hmmm?"

Sandra's retort died in her throat, replaced by a dramatic eye roll that could curdle milk. With a silent flick of her wrist, she ignited the engine. The growl that erupted from the hood of the car was a feral beast awakening, a stark contrast to the desolate highway stretching before them. Lou, serenity shattered by the mechanical roar, lurched upright. Her nails dug into the leather seat, disbelief etching lines across her previously coy face. The once relaxed  posture was replaced by a rigid alertness, a silent plea screaming from her wide, blue eyes.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lou shouted, "Bullock, I just got into an accident, remember? Don't bring me to my grave." Lou spoke, her face was beset with a mixture of worry and excitement, "But goodness! You're so fucking cool!" She laughed, "I'm on 8th Avenue! But we've passed my avenue already!"

"You'll be sleeping on my garage!" Sandra countered.

"I'll be happy too!"

The brunette turned to an intersection before she gradually lowered the car's pace, "What is your agenda?"