Drive By

Chapter 2

The next morning I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, light flooded into my simple room and smell of coffee filled my nostrils and made my morning even more delightful.

Just kidding.

I awoke to the sound of my obnoxiously loud alarm clock and a dark,ominous sky. Despite the gloomy weather I am actually pretty happy today. I walked from my bedroom, around the corner and into my kitchen. I scanned the fridge for food but as always nothing was there. Nothing I could make in under 5 minutes anyways.

I lived in a small house on the edge of the community, but it was nice. It belonged to my grandmother. When I was a kid, she visited here so much she decided to buy a little cottage. When she died a few years ago I inherited it. It was quite small. It had only one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen and a tiny living space but that's all I really needed anyways.

Only a few weeks ago me and my mother were looking for places to live. They had always told me that when I graduated high school I was moving out. And I did. It gets a little lonely here sometimes but apartments in the city can be a small fortune, and I wasn't pleased with the fact that I may be awoken every night by drunk college kids throwing reckless parties.

I live in a college town, and my parents really wanted me to go to the university here, but it wasn't where I wanted to go. In all actuality I didn't know where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do with my life. I know I like helping people but I don't like dealing with them. I don't want to be behind a computer all day either.

I've always liked writing. I think being a published author would be the coolest thing ever. To me, writing is my therapy, it helps me express what I'm feeling, when I can't put the emotions into words. And I know there are millions of people out there that feel the same things that I do. I just want them to be able to read my books so they know that they're not alone. There is someone out there. So I help myself, and I help millions of others. It's the best of both worlds. Like chocolate and vanillla swirl ice cream.

Ice cream sounded good at the moment. That's a great thing about living alone, you can eat ice cream for breakfast and no one says anything to you about it. What mom doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

I shut the refrigerator door and grabbed my keys from the bar. I walked out of my petite house when I realized I was still in my pajamas. Whatever, It's not like I actually care what people think of me anyways.

On the drive there I turned on the radio. I turned to knob, left and then right, until I found some decent, non-repetitive music. Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners came on and I turned the volume up as loud as my old car would let me.

It was indescribable. Perfect moments like this have only happened once or twice in my 17 years of life. My definition of a perfect moment anyways. You see, scenery gives off certain vibes. Music gives off certain vibes. And when the scenery and the music give off the same vibe, at the same time, the moment becomes indescribably perfect.

It's kinda like what Sam was trying to do in Perks of Being a Wallflower. That tunnel was perfect scenery for her, so she kept trying to find the song that put off the same feeling as the tunnel did, to give her a perfect moment.

I then pulled up to Sprinkles, our local ice cream place. I had a knack for old, vintage things. This place was definitely old and vintage and they had the best homemade ice cream. Ever. As I pushed the door open to Sprinkles, the little bells above the door jingled when I noticed something. Sherrie, the lady who owns the place wasn't behind the counter like she usually is. Instead a boy that looked around my age was there. And a mighty cute boy at that.

Something is definitely wrong with me. I've never in my life called a boy 'cute' before. Well, unless you count that time in 7th grade.

Eh, I'll blame it on the fact that I haven't eaten in over 12 hours.