Fictional Affection

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

Mr. Johnson's car was old and rusting with a bad paint job. He had named it 'Birdy' because it used to drive so smoothly it was as if it were flying. I snickered under my breath, wondering how old sir must have been when he bought this. We both hopped into Birdy's two front seats. It smelt of lavender and perfume, the kind you'd expect in a nursing home. Ew. After buckling our seatbelts, the car roared, or more like gurgled, to life and we were off. I watched the rearview mirror as the tall, jail like buildings of the school got smaller and smaller as we drove away, evaporating into the morning mist.

"So where are we going, exactly?" I asked, turning my attention to Mr.Johnson. He seemed happy to get out of school, too. I mean, anyone would, the whole place is like a living hell. Just before he could reply though, a voice came from behind me sending shivers up my spine.

"Yeah. Where are we going?"

I couldn't help myself but scream and jolt up in surprise, resultantly making Mr.Johnson do the same and uncontrollably swerve on the road like a drunk teenager. We were all screaming. Colours flashed everywhere and nothing would focus. Honks sounded around us and I was on the verge of passing out, and I prepared myself for what would be my death as we nearly drove right into a tree. Fortunately the car finally stopped, throwing me onto the dashboard. The vehicle was awkwardly parked next to a driveway. I groaned in pain. But almost immediately, My eyes snapped open. It only just dawned on me then that a pedophile or possible murderer was inside this car, therefore I quickly twisted my body so I could see who it was. I found that it wasn't a cold-blooded freak with a gun, but a white-faced Oliver Dabert.

I frowned. "Oliver! What the hell? How did you get in here!?" He stared at me, then that cute goofy grin appeared, and he shrugged. "Just did." It sound creepy as when you here that a boy has practically broken into a teachers car.

Mr.Johnson looked spooked as hell and was looking at Oliver as if he was a monster than jumped out from a toilet. Oliver sat there, smiling at us, and yes it was starting to bother me. Mr.Johnson finally recovered and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So," Oliver waited, "Where are we going?"

Mr.Johnson seemed to gain his composure quicker than ever, and replied "To show miss Ava here the lovely machine you came out of." A flash of confusion appeared in Oliver's eyes.

"She knows?"

Mr.Johnson sighed "She found out." He said it was like a bad thing. I then butted in, "Hey! Be glad you guys get to miss a day of school." I crossed my arms and looked out the window, watching the trees and houses that lined the streets go by. Everyone was quiet and for the first time it wasn't awkward, at all.

I took time to think of what it would be like if Oliver really had parents. I mean, after using my inevitable charm on Oliver and he finally realises what a great girlfriend I could be, if would soon have to face the fact that I must meet his parents. Oh my, lucky he doesn't actually have any. I could imagine me saying the strangest things to them;

"I am a great fan of your work"

"I am inspired by your creation"

"May I marry your son? I'm planning on proposing.... Tonight."

I scrunched up my face. Yeah. Meeting Oliver's parents would be a disaster.

Suddenly, Mr.Johnson's voice rang through my ears, "We're hereeeeeee!" He suddenly looked like the same enthusiastic science teacher in class yesterday, and literally hopped out the car. A towering building stood before us, made of glass and steel. It looked like those really fancy VIP Hotels, more than a science lab. I only just realised I was gawking at the exterior when the interior would be so much more better. I scurried after sir and Oliver, who had gone ahead of me.