Runaways ~m.c

0.5

I expected him to ask me to drive when I see the sun is starting to set, but he doesn't. He hasn't spoke much. Though, I haven't made any effort to talk to him either. I think the beauty of this is that we don't know each other, therefor we can't judge or get mad over something one of us have done.

Then again, we don't know each other. I've made out with someone who I barely know a thing about.

"Do you want me to drive?" I ask when the sun sets. He doesn't answer so I ask again.

"If you promise to tell me about yourself." This answer isn't something I had hoped for.

"Alright," I agree to talk. He pulls over when he needs to fill the car with gas and that's when we switch. It feels nice to behind the wheel; even if it's not my car.

"Do you celebrate your birthday?" I'm barely out of the parking lot area beside the gas station when he asks this.

"Of course, I'm not that weird." I answer laughing. "It's actually coming up pretty soon."

"When is it?" He's very eager for this answer.

"I'll tell you a minute before midnight on the day.

"You don't have to be this difficult." I can't pick apart the tone of his voice. I'm usually very good at it, one of the reasons I managed to stay out of trouble when I was late for school. Well, as much as I could, because I was late. A lot.

"When's your birthday?" I ask.

"November 20th, 1995. See it's not hard to answer questions." He pokes my side and I smack his hand away. It's hard to concentrate on the road when he touches me or looks at me. I want to keep looking at him, touch him, or just simply talk to him. Even if I'm not as forthcoming as him.

"So you'll be 20 then?" I ask making sure my math is right.

"Yes. How old are you?"

"I'm 18. I'll be 19 when the special day comes." I answer.

"Please tell me when it is, so I can make sure we're not in some dump for your birthday." He sighs.

"It's next week," I tell him and he seems satisfied.

"Have you ever done drugs?"

I don't want to say yes because I haven't done any drugs besides prescriptions. "Nothing illegal," I settle with.

"Would you want to?"

"What kind of drugs?" I ask. What has he been into before? I try and focus on the road but I'm finding it hard to keep my mind from racing.

"Any kind."

"Have you done drugs before?" I feel like I already know this answer.

"Nothing big. I've smoked weed a few times before, like I said. Nothing big." He tilts his seat back further so he is lying back. "Would you like to smoke with me sometime?"

"Sure," the word falls from my mouth before I have time to process it.

"Sweet. Ditch the plan of driving all night. The next exit with a motel get off on it." He tells me and I nod. We drive for about an hour before we find a decent exit to go to a motel room.