drive ♢ muke ✔️

vi

"you promise you'll be careful?" calum asks, his eyebrows raised.

i nod frantically, holding my palms out for the beloved keys. calum looks unsure but he slowly lowers the key and rests it across my hand. my fingers immediately curl up and grip the set of keys tightly. i press my lips to the cold metal and grin with triumph.

i finally got my car back.

"i swear if you get another ticket in the next twenty four hours, i'm selling your car to pay off rent and the tickets your destined to get even without a car." calum glares hardly at me.

i nod enthusiastically and hop out the door to greet my lovely car. i have no destination in mind, i just want to take a drive around.

i notice calum's hawk-like stare from the window and i carefully reverse off the driveway and make a jagged left turn. the tires literally screech. i notice calum smacking his forehead and shaking his head.

i shrug it off and rev the engine, just for the fun of it. i test out my brakes and slam on them for no apparent reason. a car behind me honks angrily. in reply, i stick my middle finger out the window. before the scary tattooed man in the big truck can get out his vehicle and possibly murder me with his bare hands, i speed off, leaving him in a cloud of dust.

i like the thrill of driving at 120 kilometres an hour on a road that has a maximum of 30 kilometres an hour.

i gasp and slam on the brakes again, this time for a reason. i forgot to put my seatbelt on and i nearly go flying out the window. luckily i don't.

i slide out the car and run to the bumper to make sure i didn't kill the precious thing. there it is on the ground, so innocent, so beautiful, so unaware that it was so close to death. i scoop it into my arms and bring it to my small car.

it's name will be davis angelo the third and he belongs to me now. 

before i can step into my car, a tall blond man is walking over, a frown on his pretty pink lips. it's luke but he's in uniform. he does have power of me now.

i'll admit it, luke looks pretty sexy in uniform. he looks so badass with the badges on his chest and belt full of deadly weapons. the nice blue shirt clings onto his muscled stomach nicely. even the navy blue cap and jeans fit him well.

"did you seriously risk your life and possibly the lives of others to pick up a rock?" luke asks, disbelief clear in his stormy blue eyes.

"it's a nice rock. really shiny." i defend myself.

i look down at davis angelo the third and i smile fondly. he's perfect. he has a nice circular shape, he's a perfect shade of grey, -not too light, not too dark- and he's the perfect size.

davis angelo the third is the best rock to exist, he'll be a great pet.

"are you on drugs clifford?" luke asks tiredly, looking into my eyes.

"i don't think so," i slump my shoulders.

"you do realize that i'm suppose to give you seven tickets right now, correct? you're driving 90 kilometres too fast, you're braking for no reason, you nearly hit an elderly woman, you ran three stop signs and you weren't wearing a seatbelt." luke asks.

at first i'm unaffected. then i realize calum's threat and i groan loudly. just getting one ticket will piss him off, let's not talk about seven. at this rate, he's probably going to sell my car and me both.

"i'm fucking screwed," i frown.

"yes. but i am the only cop around who has enough evidence to report you." luke states slowly.

"continue," i chew on my bottom lip. i'm unsure about where he's going with this.

"my girlfriend loved the album, she was really happy. you saved me a week of headache and heartache both. i owe you one. i'll just let you off with a warning, next time any of this happens though, i won't hesitate to file a report immediately." luke blinks, as if he's regretting his choice already.

"thanks officer pickle!" i grin happily.

"don't call me that." luke warns, his blue eyes narrowing coldly.

"alright." i nod.

"see you around soon clifford." luke waves as he walks back to the police car parked on the curb.

"right back at you officer pickle!" i reply, ducking into my car before luke can turn around and shoot me or something.

i finally do peek up from the window. i expect luke to be glaring -as usual- or frowning. i'm surprised that he's doing neither. he's doing something strange, something i've never seen him to before.

he's smiling foolishly to himself.