The Killers - Part 2

chapter 25

John POV

“come on slow poke” Nat yelled from inside her black 1959 Chevvy el camino, roger somehow was successful in persuading her driving the car. Kyrie and nat were in the back of the car, the front passenger seat shot gunned by non other than myself, i hated being squashed in the back of this car, it was horrible. I ran over to the car, Brian and jo’s limousine no longer able to be seen, consumed by the darkness of the night, some people went back inside, others too wandered off into the night themselves, probably never to be seen again by any of us. I opened the cars door, hopped in and closed it behind me, the warmth of the interior of the car sidetracking me from everything, roger revved the engine and began to drive. The radio softly buzzing in the background of everything, the girls giggling in the back of the car, every now and again light streaming into the car because of passing lights, roger driving like a maniac driver he is, not liking to drive slowly and take his time, says that’s for wusses. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid What ya tryin' to do Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid They win you lose Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid “ The end of hey stoopid getting softer as the song was coming to an end and a new one about to begin, but not before a wave load of advertisements to annoy the hell out of the passengers and driver of the car, it was going on and on about some new item you can buy to help improve your house... yeah, no thanks. “what the hell is the world coming to... whatever happened to listening to music peacefully without any interruptions”

Roger fumed, switching the radio station, flicking through various channels, buzzing ringing through the car as he tried to find a station he like the sound of. “oh my god... what is this song?” Nat asked, sitting up behind me, bringing her head close to mine. “right?... i have no idea” I said, i was really beginning to like the sound of this song, it was new and different. It was in the form that i have never heard a song be conveyed in before. “Have you ever heard this before?” Kyrie asked roger “never” He replied, i turned around and looked behind me. both girls seemed annoyed, looking at eachother confused and dazed not knowing what to do. “roger... we have to go through the tunnel” Kyrie pleaded to roger, desperetly wanting to go through that horrible tunnel no one but truckies go through this late at night, it was notorious for accidents of all sorts. “kyrie its freezing... youll catch a-“ He began to say, only to be cut off “roger its the perfect song” Natalie whined, joining in with Kyrie, trying to persuade roger into going though a tunnel to get home

 “no... mamma roger says no, it will take us forever to get home” “roger... its kyrie. It's kyrie talking to Roger... roger meddows taylor and I'm begging you... mr taylor to drive me... miss whittaker though the tu— Roger began to laugh and i couldn’t resist at how she was acting, like a child. Nat began to open the back window that opened up behind us, letting in a daft breeze, getting rid of the warmth that remained within the car. “Alright! I concede!” Roger yelled, giving into kyrie and her constant retorts, and getting her own way and taking the tunnel home, he turned onto the motor way that lead to the tunnel everyone so desperetly wanted to go through. Great, an hour later and we still wont be home. And if i remember correctly it was he that so desperately wanted to go home, so why would he take the long way. Kryie climbed through the window to the flat bed. Crouching down she extended her arm out to Nat who took it willingly and also hopped through the window out into the open cold. Are they ridiculous they could get theirselves killed acting like this, they both gripped onto the flood lights to steady herself as they stand, at least they are trying to be safe. “What is she doing?” I asked roger, he seemed familiar with this routine of hers and her going out onto the back of the car. “Don't worry. She does it all the time.”

He said, chuckling to himself about my reaction on how they were acting. Isn’t he worried about her safety, what if she extends her arm and a truck comes speeding by and voosh off comes her arm and a shit load of blood following. “Turn it up!” The pair of them ordered. I was stunned by the way they were acting to even comprehend what was going on, their actions could lead to multiple fatalities and none of them are turning out good in my head... blood, loss of limbs, fainting, falling off the side... more blood. “You got it...your highness.” Roger said, muttering the last part to himself, turning up the volume of this new song none of us have heard of, drumming on the steering wheel,just as we drove into the tunnel I look at nat,my eyes from glancing from her feet up her shivering legs from the freezing cold air rushing by. Looking Past the band-aid on her right knee. Only then to make eye contact with her, staring into her eyes as she looks down at me, smiling, her faux scarf flying in the wind as she rose her arms above her head. I look at Natalie and i don’t know what i feel. Ive never felt like this before, so in love with someone, its as if i never even loved anyone before her. I was so utterly in love with her... and, and this free-spirit that she always seems to have. This happiness to actually have friends...friends that are always there When you're in need of love they give you care and attention Happy to be alive... alive to have friends that When you're through with life and all hope is lost you just have to Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end.

I must have pulled the stupidest face imaginable looking at her, because roger noticed and smiled at me, did i hint something that he had picked up without me meaning to. “What are you so happy about?” He questioned, what, me happy. Was i smiling, i didn’t notice, i must have been doing it involuntarily, but it felt good, to be happy with life, with myself and the people im with. “I feel infinite.” I told him, the truck flying out of the tunnel and out onto the bridge, roger and i laughing. Natalie and Kyrie both raised their arms as we went under the bridge, time didn’t seem to matter, all i care about was Natalie, thats all ill ever really care about, more than anything, nothing could come between us. “We can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be Heroes We're nothing And nothing will help us Maybe we're lying Then you better not stay But we could be safer Just for one day “ The song echoing though our car, and out into the night, its our song, forever and ever. I felt odd, conflicted with a million emotions and feelings at the one time. I felt free, young... and alive, something i haven’t felt in a long time, being with her tonight has been the greatest night of my life, and i couldn’t ask for anyone better to have spent it with. Life seems to be a hell lot easier to cope with when you have friends... friends you can trust.