Live While We're Young

Chapter 24

"Was that fun?" Cody asks while taking his helmet off, giving him helmet hair. 

I have to admit it is really attractive, but that doesn't make me like him more than a friend. 

"Yeah, especially considering the rain stopped," I say. 

We walk around, looking at everything. 

"Do you come to this place often?" I ask. 

"Yeah, everyday basically," he says. 

I walk around a bit more. 

"Oh, look, an eagle!" He says. 

"Where?" I ask, standing next to him. 

"Wow, you're too short to see it," he says, laughing. 

I get up on his shoulders. 

"Oh I see it!" I say happily. 

I take out my iPhone and get on Instagram, snapping a picture. 

'@ Cody's house and there's an eagle!' I caption it. 

I get off his shoulders and we go back to the four wheeler. 

"You want to drive this time?" He asks. 

I nod, jumping on. 

He gets on behind me, putting his hands behind him to support him. 

I start the four wheeler and drive it back to the house, smiling the whole way there. 

"I forgot how much I love driving four wheelers," I say, pulling my helmet off. 

"I've never met a girl that is so boyish, most girls are crappy at riding four wheelers!" He says. 

"How come you never showed me your game room?" I ask. 

"It's not finished yet," he says. 

"We need to paint it and stuff. I need to decide if I want it to look like a football field, a baseball field, a basketball court, or what I'm going to do with it," he explains. 

"A football field would look really cool," I say. 

"I thought the same!" He says. 

I check the time. It is 5:03 p.m. 

"Oh, I need to go home," I say. 

"Okay grab anything you brought, I'll be in the car in a second," he says, putting the helmets away. 

"I can walk," I say. 

"And I can drive," he says. 

"I can walk, I want to walk." I say protestantly. 

"How about I drive you," he says. 

"Bye," I say, grabbing my phone. 

I walk down the dirt road, following it. 

I come to a place where the road splits and I don't know which way to take, so I just go right. 

I pull out my iPhone to check where I am, but it dies. Great. 

I continue walking but it seems endless. 

Then a truck pulls up next to me. 

"Get in," they command. 

I don't know this man. 

"No," I say. 

"Get in the truck." He commands again. 

"No," I repeat. 

He gets out of the truck and grabs my arm. 

"Stop!" I scream.