Thirty One

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"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I am. I have never tried it, but I think it would turn out just fine."

He breathes out heavily before putting the helmet on me. It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't matter if it keeps me safe. I have driven before, and handling a Go-Kart should be nothing. I wore my denim shorts today, yet it was hot. My clothes were stuck to my skin like a Scotch Tape, and my hair was worse. I tie my hair into a tight bun, which seems like forever.


He helps me down the few steps and straps into my seat, explaining to me what I have to exert pressure on, or what to do if I want to stop. I nod and he shakes my helmet, making me feel a little dizzy.

He gets into his Go-Kart, and looks at me before turning on the ignition. I turn the key in my ignition and hear the engine roar, emitting its sound loudly.

"Ready!" He shouts. "Set!" I was pumped for the excitement. "Go!" With that, we both storm onto the road like lighting, and it keeps getting funnier with every minute because the face he had on when I began to gain speed, looked sincerely hilarious. While driving, I feel the adrenaline rush through me as though I had been injected with a doze of it, the whipping of the air against my vehicle, the blazing sun, running of the wheels over the concrete, loud noises around- all part of my recipe of thrill.

We take a few laps, where at each turn, my wheels screech because I always sharply stop. Someone has to go practicing or else I might jam into someone's car if I ever drive on an actual road.

Once the drive was over, I was out, wiping the sweat off my cheeks.

"This is really exciting. Thank you," I thank him, though I know I had no reason to.

"No, thank you for going with me." He hugs me and I push him back.

"I am sweaty!"

"Doesn't matter," he tries hugging me again.

"What-do-you-me-" my words were lost by the contact of our lips.

"Stop doing that," I angrily say, trying to hide my smile.

"Not like you don't like it." The effect he had on me led my smile to bursting out. "Anyway, I was thinking we'd go somewhere to grab lunch and we'd go watch the moon rise," he pushes his hand out for me to hand him my helmet. I hand him the metal dome- it honestly looks like a dome- and he hands it to the young male with smooth blonde hair behind the counter. We exit the little building and get to his car where I continue our conversation.

"Moon rise? I know this great spot where the moon shows perfectly and I'd love to see you watch it. It only happens once in a month, you know?"

"Aren't we supposed to be watching the moon together?"

"Yes, but watching you is more fascinating."

"Is that so, Mr. Payne?"

"Yes, Miss Jones," he courtly replies like a gentleman that he isn't.

We get some lunch at Applebee's, getting awkward looks from everyone because we looked as though we escaped the zoo- not that it disturbed us in any sort of way.

It was time to go to that 'spot' Liam had been talking about the whole time. He explained to me that he usually went there every time he needed a break from the real world I was thinking of yesterday night before watching Shrek.

"I don't understand why I ever wanted to grow up," I sink into the car seat as we drive down the road which seemed to be disconnected away from the main city.

"Same."

"I didn't have the best childhood anyway, too." I felt like sparing some of my moments with him.

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