"You can't do that." A little girl says next to me.
"I do what I want." I say, pouring a little bit of every flavor I like in my slurpee cup.
"I'm telling!" I mock her and get to the cashier before she does.
"Don't believe her, David." I say as she began snitching.
He smiles and shakes his head, "You're fine."
"Of course I am." I smile and pay him.
"Are you doing anything later?"
"Maybe not. Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Maybe."
"We'll talk, later David!" I exit the store and walk into the hottest day ever.
Someone honked, but I didn't look back.
They did it once again, and then I looked.
"Who are you beeping at?!" I yell at the car.
"You!" It didn't sound like someone familiar, but I walked over anyway.
I got to the drivers window, and took a good look at him.
His hair was as red as my cherry flavored slurpee, and he had sunglasses too, but really red hair.
"Yes?"
"You wanna go on a road trip with me?"
"What? No!"
"I'll pay you!"
"Oh yeah, sure just give me a couple 2 million dollars!" I laugh and slurp my slurpee.
"I will, I'll give you that many."
"There's no way."
"Yeah, I will. Not lying, I've got millions."
"Where are you going?" I ask, just curiously.
"L.A."
"You'll give me 2 million dollars just to go to L.A. with you? Some guy I don't even know?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"You promise?"
"Yeah." He smiled.
"How do I know you aren't lying?"
He took off his sunglasses, "I'm Michael Clifford."
"And I'm Harley Davidson." I say, kind of joking.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Please just get in?"
"Fine Michelle." I stopped, "You got to pinky promise. You're going to give me that money. Lets go."
He rolled his eyes, "You sound like Calum."
"Clam who?"
"Calum. Calum Hood."
"What kind of names are those?" I laugh again.
He shrugs and began driving.
"No really, is that your name?" I ask.
"You really don't know who I am?"
I shook my head and then gasped as he ran a red light.
"Michelle! What are you doing?!" I yell.
"There were no cars." He laughed.
"How did you even get a license?" I asked, finally putting my seatbelt on.
He laughs, "I ask myself that every day." He made the worst turn possible, "Anyway, what's your name?"
"I told you."
"Your name is not Harley Davidson." He laughs.
"It's Harley."
"Harley what?"
"That's not information you need to know right now. But my dad's name is David, and he wanted me to be a boy. So I call myself a Davidson."
"You are so weird." He giggled, okay yeah, he actually giggled.
"Thanks." I continued slurping my slurpee in his cold car, on this hot day, as he drove.
