Snowy Country road (ManxBoy)

Drive.

A/N: This is just a little story based loosely around a plot.
I'm basically just writing these short stories when I get tired of writing on my main stories, cuz I'm lazy and have too many gay stories in my mind.
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this story, and I'll try to give it a good flow and not rush it, like I know some people do in some stories.
Thanks for reading and enjoy this short gay little story~!
Xoxo - Bastian (The Author).
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Dark trees swayed in the bitter cold autumn wind. The moon shone over the dark Forrest bellow.

No animal could be heard, only the creepy whisper and howl of the wind.

Daemon hummed lowly to the radio of his car as he slowly drove down the empty country road. His dark brown curly hair swayed as bitter cold wind entered the open car window. His mossy green eyes scanned the road as the song changed from happy to sad.m, making him glance at the radio, then back at the road.

Sniffing, he rubbed his nose lightly, feeling it sting from the biting cold, but not paying much mind to it.

Autumn and Winter was his favorite times of the year.

He loved how the cold forced you to wear thicker clothes, how the landscapes seemed to stand still in a sense and how snow began to fall at the coldest Autumn day, like white little sparkles falling from heaven itself, it always made him smile.

The first Snow day of the year.

He enjoyed everything about it.

Smiling lightly to himself, he slowed his car to a stop by the side of the road. Looking at the clock, he decided to take a little nap before continuing on his little journey.

Rolling up his window, he hummed a little tune while putting down his car seat.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, he finally settles down and falls into a light slumber.

His light slumber is ended after a few hours, when a stranger knocks lightly on his window, waking him up.

He squinted his eyes and looked around in his old Cadillac car. His eyes eventually lands on the silhouette of a man, standing outside his car door, making him stiffen in fear and panic.

His eyes widen immensely as the silhouette knocks on his window again. He slowly opens the car window enough for the silhouette to speak and him to hear.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, dear, but could you do me a huge favor and drive me to the nearest hospital or medical clinic? I'll give you money the fuel, if you want" A dark baritone voice said gruffly as Daemon tried to make out the face of the silhouette, but couldn't see it because of the moonlight hitting the person's back.

After a few minutes, he concluded that it was surely a man, most likely injured because of how hunched over he was and he mentioned a hospital or medical clinic.

He thought about what the man said, frowning in thought as he chewed on his bottom lip nervously.

Could he really give this stranger a ride down to town, or would he get attacked and mugged, or even murdered?

"I won't do anything to you, kid... I just need a ride, and that's all. I'll be out of your way before you know it" the man said as if he heard Daemon's thought.