Call Me a Thief (Harry Styles)

6. Realizing Reality

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Chapter 6- Realizing Reality

Beth-

            My old, black, Jeep Commander skidded to a stop at a stop sign, thankfully without too much squeaking from the brakes. “I really should invest in a new car,” I mumbled, eyeing Rhonda, who sat comfortably in the passenger seat.

“Nahh…” she chided, patting the old, gray interior by the window. “When your car is older than you… now, that’s when you need a new one.”

“This one is almost as old as me! And I’m almost twenty.”

“Hmm… well, I still like it.”

I smiled. “You’re lucky we live here. This baby would never make it long in a city somewhere. I mean, really, how much driving do I actually do here around the beach? Very little.”

Rhonda laughed, the sound echoing inside the car. “I know, dear. It will be fine, though.” She paused for a moment. “Today, we’re going out shopping, right? Your treat.”

“Another reason why I need a new car,” I pointed out. Rhonda had offered to tag along with me on a drive to Raleigh, to one of the huge shopping malls there. It was a good two hours’ drive, something that really put my faith in my old Jeep to the test. Rhonda counted the trip as a favor to me, but I saw it as somewhat of a burden. She was getting up in age, and she needed help with carrying bags and getting in and out of the Jeep. Also, I’d neglected to tell her that Ross was meeting us there after his early morning shift at the construction site; that would certainly put a bit of a damper on her contentment. But those details could only be saved for later.

“I’m so excited!” Rhonda cheered, bouncing in her seat a bit. The car, now stopped at a light, jolted with her movement, making me roll my eyes.

“I know,” I said, in a voice that could be mistaken as a mother trying to calm an excited child.

I turned the radio up, hoping to salvage a bit of peace and quiet from Rhonda. I loved her to death, but she sure could talk an earful if she wanted to. A song I’d heard only a few times here and there was playing, its beat filling the old speakers. “Shot me outta the sky… you’re my kryptonite… you keep making me weak, yeah, frozen and can’t breathe…”

Rhonda nodded along to the music, and when I reached to change the station, she gave me a look that screamed ‘you betta not’. Smiling, I nodded along, pulling out onto the interstate and gunning the gas to gain some speed. The engine of the Jeep sounded overworked, but I tried to ignore it.