Close encounters-Grayson Dolan

Chapter 2: Car ride

"So where do you go to school?" I ask attempting to fill the awkward science that has been hovering in the air between us over the past 6 minutes in the drive. This boy lives on the other side of town. Like a freaking 25 minute drive. Ugh!

"Actually I'm homeschooled." He says with a tone as if I should be interested. But in actuality I'm not.

The next few minutes go on like this until: "Hey do you mind if I put on the radio?" He asks.

"Nah. I guess. Go ahead." I answer relatively awkwardly. He pushes the dial and turns it up. The song playing is Cake by the ocean by DNCE.

We both hum at first but as the second verse comes on he seems to emerge from his cool guy fausade. God damn see you licking poison from your own hands. He dances in his seat looking like a complete and utter weirdo. As the song continues I decide that, I mean, what the hell. And I start dancing in my seat to. We crank the music practically blowing out the speakers on my Mini Cooper. Even though it's almost midnight we scream the chorus with the windows down. On the words cake by the ocean he looks at me and stops singing. Yet I am still singing. I don't realize this for quite some time. When I do I say:

"What?"

"Nothing....It's the next turn on your right by the way."

"No like seriously. Why are you looking at me?"

"You're just real. You don't hide yourself. I admire that."

"Kkkkmmmpphh." I stifle a laugh. "Wow Greyson that was like freaking deep." I say as I pull into his drive way.

"Thanks for the ride home. Uuhhh. Eevie right?"

"Vie is just fine. And no problem Greyson."

"Thanks again and here." He scribbles on some thing in his hand and then hands me a Starbucks napkin that there is a good chance he got from my glove compartment. It has his number in the front. On the back it reads: Grey is fine ;).

"Grey." I repeat to myself as I drive off into the night.