Taxi Cab

Chapter|02 Cab Ride

The cab stopped a little farther down the bench, and I darted for it and opened the door on the left back seat side. I was expecting the dull yellow to be a lot brighter and vibrant, but unfortunately it wasn't. Even the black checkered patterns and letters were fading. I quickly got in, and didn't realize that their were two others already inside.
____________________________________
     As soon as I slide into the seat on the seat behind the passenger, I realized that two people were already inside. It looked like one of them just scooted over when they hear the door open. One of them were sitting behind the drivers side, and the other was sitting in the middle. They seemed as if they were squished. After all, it was a small cab. Having two men, that looked to around my age, stuffed in the back of a taxi cab next to each other?

     Still keeping my grip on the handle, I pointed out the door with my other hand. "Should I leave?" I asked switching back and forth from their faces. They seemed as if they were about to leave since I was getting in, but settled back down for some reason. (They thought that she didn't know who they were) My hair was beginning to move in front of my face. Inside the car was a lot cooler than outside, and it was late out. I noticed the AC was turned on in the front.

I could have sworn I've seen them somewhere- even if it was just for a split second....

     The one sitting behind the drivers side had pink dyed hair at the top, but it seemed underneath it was brown. I would have thought it would look bad, but on him it looked suiting. I also was able to catch that he had black gauges and a nose piercing. He looked... Punk. His expression was friendly and welcoming-the complete opposite of what he protrays.

     The one in the middle had brown hair. On top was the fullest part, but then his sides were cut shorter. He had a black hoodie on as well as black skinny jeans, and a pair of white vans. He looked at me, just examining what I do. I also noticed they were both wearing the same thing. I came to a conclusion that they were really close friends.

     The one in the middle seat opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the taxi cab driver. "Are you getting in or not?" He asked as he looked behind. His voice was deep and manly. He seemed to have no patience. Although it may have seemed like a questions, it soundedmore like a demand. Or maybe it was because the man had a few scars thrashed across his face, which made him seem imitating.

     I decided I would just ride along. I say back down on the seat, and closed the door shut. As soon as I shut the door, the driver took off. I told him where to go, and he nodded. I was guessing it was closer then the other two boys, since he never said anything about dropping them off first.  I quickly buckled in.

     Since I was nervous around new people, I couldn't come up with the urge to glance back at the two boys again. I heard them exchanging low whispers, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I all of a sudden felt really hot.

I finally got the confidence to glance at them, but only for a small second. They were facing each other, and the one with the pink hair was whispering something into the person in the middles ear. They were leaned in, so that only they could hear each other. They pulled apart, and pink hair, Since I don't know their names, I'm going with pink hair, looked at me. I could see his cheeks slowly glowing red. He seemed slightly attractive. Well, they both did for that matter.

I quickly turned away, and looked out the window. I could feel my cheeks blushing. I was a little shocked that he glanced up and looked at me.