Christine rides again

3

"Christine, be honest with me.." Hope said as she stood in front of her car. She had just come back from the mall to get a new wardrobe to match Christine as she had found many vintage pieces and paired an outfit together.

She wore a beautiful ebony flowy blouse with patterns of golden vines on it and three white pearly buttons down the front, an trim, A-line full Autumn Red skirt with patterns of white flowers paired with a black leather belt, a grey jacket with pockets and lined with silver thread which made it shimmer; red, white and tan saddle shoes, similar to Heather C from the movie Heathers's shoes with white knee-high socks.

Paired with the outfit was a one strand diamond and pearl necklace, hanging star earrings and on her head was a pair of dark red circle sunglasses as there was a red bow behind her head which was hidden with her slight blonde ringlet curls.

"Do I look strange to you?" She asked when she suddenly felt a wave of love wash over her like a hurricane and automatically knew that was Christine saying that she didn't look weird as she smiled softly at her, her blood red painted lips curled up into a small smile.

"Thanks, Chris." Said the blonde as she blushed a little, a rosy pink flush on her cheeks which made her light dusting of blush pop a little since her makeup was '60s styled. She watch as Christine opened her driver's side door and wiggled it, indicating for her to get in. Hope did so and closed it behind her, placing her hands on the steering wheel as She and Christine sped out of the garage.

"THIS IS FUN!" She shouted as Christine turned on a '50s rock and roll station as the music began playing. They then reached a secluded area and Hope opened the glove box, finding a pack of Marlboros and taking one out, getting out of the car and sitting on the hood as not to get ash on Christine's seats. 'Bad to the Bone' by George Thorogood and The Destoryers was playing as she fished around in her pockets, pulling out a Electric lighter from her pocket, putting the stick between her lips and lighting the tip of it. She flicked the lid closed, gently sucking in the smoke and exhaling after a short while.

"You enjoy seeing a pretty girl like me smoke, Christine?" She asked as Christine revved her engine, confirming it. "That's what I thought. God, you're so beautiful.." She whispered to the Fury, stroking her hood. It seemed Christine enjoyed that as the car seemingly purred a little like a kitten.

Hope laughed and smoked a little more, tapping the ash slightly as it fell to the ground. Many years ago, she would've not like the fact that she had a car, changed herself for that very car and began smoking once a week as not to get lung cancer. Once she was finished with her smoke, she tossed the butt to the ground and entinguished it. She then went back inside Christine and sped off, enjoying the wind through her hair.

She stopped at a red light, sticking her left arm out to work on her 'driver's tan'. Since it was just her and Christine, she didn't see anyone that could ruin this day for them. She was taking full advantage of this quietness.

Once the light turned green a few hours later, she sped off. From what she could see, there was almost no police for her to deal with. Good.. She thought, smiling as she sped through the nearly empty streets. Hope then reached the gas station since she noticed that Christine was nearly running low on fuel. "Wait here, I won't be long." She said to her as she got out of the car and went inside the station, passing through the twin doors.

Hope stood there in line while waiting for her turn, thinking about her car which was keeping her busy as the line droned on. Once she reached the counter, she smiled softly.

"Hello!"

"H-hey..."

"I need to pay for the gasoline for my car outside at pump... 6."

"Sure, what kind of gas do you need?"

"Um.. premium, please."

After paying for the fuel, she walked out and went to pump 6 where Christine was, unscrewing the gas cover and putting in the premium fuel, pumping it. as she fueled up Christine, she began thinking a little of other things besides her hot rod for a car.

After she finished, she screwed the cap back on and drove back home. As she was keeping her eyes on the road, she did not notice that Christine was turning on the radio to a soft romance station. The sounds of soft flutes, violins and piano filled the inside of her as she did so.

For some reason.. she didn't want to leave Christine alone.