Living On A Ship

Yellow Bugs and Talks

Dark, stormy clouds appear overhead as I walk quickly through the crowd. I soon spot the light radiating from the convenience store, and the rain begins pouring down on me. 

The clerk gives a small glare my way when he sees me enter the store all drenched in rain. Well, if he's going to glare at me, might as well give him a reason to.

I briskly walk towards the end where the nonperishable food and drinks are located. In my mind, I have all the things I need right there in front of me. It's so easy to just reach out and take them, just like old times.

 A movement catches my eye and I try not to spin quickly, afraid to be caught, even if I hadn't even done anything yet.

"Swan, I know what you're thinking." He whispers, walking closer to me. I gasp.

 Killian Jones was my best friend ever since I can remember. Both of us were orphans, growing up in the same foster home. We were inseparable, up until he ran away six months ago, without even saying a word to me.

 I had been beyond upset that he hadn't thought about bringing me along. Didn't he know I would follow him anywhere, no questions asked? Him and I made the best team imaginable. And now I wasn't even sure what we were anymore.

"Are you sure?" I snap. I spin on my heels and grab my things, heading towards the rude clerk. When I set them on the counter, Killian begins heading towards me again.

"I've been away for a while, but I'll always know you." He smirks. I glare up at him and face the clerk to pay him. 

"That'll be $8.45." Clerk guy says curtly, and Killian sets a ten dollar bill on the counter. Clerk guy takes it before I can, and I angrily take my bag outside into the pouring rain. I don't want to let Killian leave again so easily, but I am beyond pissed at him.

 How can he think that he can walk in and out of my life whenever he feels like it? No. I won't allow it. If he doesn't care enough to keep in touch, then I must not mean as much to him as he does to me.

"You didn't have to do that. I hate owing people things." I angrily turn away from him and try to find my way back to the foster home. 

"A simple thanks would've done it. Look," Killian grabs my arm and spins me towards him. "there's something really important that I need to tell you. But, we need a more private place to talk about it." He starts walking with me in tow to a vintage yellow Volkswagen bug. 

"A talk is long overdue. Where have you been for the past six months?" My voice slowly gets louder, and I pull my arm away from his grip. Hurt flashes in his eyes before he sets his jaw and his eyes go cold again. 

"We'll talk about this too, later." We stop in front of the yellow bug and he gestures to it with a crooked smile. "It's yours, a gift from me. Now, I know this won't make up for the past six months, but I will try my best to make it up to you." 

"Killian.." I didn't know what to say. "Thanks, but I don't need consolation prizes from you." He caught me before I could walk away. "Again? Let me go already!"

"No. We really need to talk, it's urgent."He whispers and pulls a stray hair behind my ear. His eyes soften. "I'm sorry, Emma. Really, I am. But we need to get out of here. Please? All I ask for is thirty minutes." 

I just walk to the other side of the yellow bug, and get into the passenger side. My seat belt clicks as soon as Killian gets into the driver's side. I cross my arms and stare out the window. 

"I thought this was mine, don't I get to drive?" I question him, resting my head on the window as he starts the car engine. When he doesn't answer, I glance at him.