Three Times is Enemy Action (NaNoWriMo 2013)

Ch 1: I Really Hate Truck Drivers

Ch 1: I Really Hate Truck Drivers

“Aria, I just really need you to come over right now,” Lana sobs into the phone. “I heard you the first time, I’m coming over right now” I replied. Of course Lana was having boy problems, she always seems to have boy troubles, but thats part of her charm. Five hours after the last day of school had just let out, and Lana was already calling me. Lana was the dramatic type, it went well with her barbie blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. Junior year had just ended and we were officially seniors. Lana’s previous senior boyfriend just broke up with her via phone call, I guess he didn’t have the balls to break up with Lana face to face, she can be vicious when provoked; he is moving on to UC Santa Cruz, and I expect that he wants a college girlfriend. Poor Lana, I think she really liked this one, when you compare him to all the boy’s she’s broken up with.

I run downstairs. “Dad, can you take me to Lana's house?”“Well, why can’t you drive yourself? Oh wait, you broke your car” he quipped. “You have to let that go dad” I said with a sigh, “So about that ride…”  “I’ll tell you what, you can take my car there,” he laughed, “ and besides, I have to wait for you mother to finish getting ready, it’s date night, you know that.” Let me expand, every Friday night, my parents go out on a “date night”, they say that it keeps them young, as if, they are pushing forty, but I digress.“Dad! You know that I can’t drive stick shift!” “Well I guess you’ll just have to learn as you go then, besides, how do you ever expect to learn if you haven’t even tried yet.” All he needed was a twirly mustache, and he would have had the face to match the cackle that he just let out, but that’s my dad for you, he’s the kind of guy that laughs at other people’s pain, but thats part of why I love him. We all inwardly laugh at the guy who just face planted off the skateboard, or the person whose diving board breaks from underneath them, my dad is just more open about it. He just got out of the military a couple of months ago- which is where I suspect he honed his peculiar sense of humor- and my mom and I couldn’t be more ecstatic, we miss him while he’s gone. Speaking of my mom, she saunters down the stairs with her usual panache. “So how do I look?,” she exclaims with a hip wiggle, her wavy hair bouncing behind her. “You look ravishing” my dad says. My parents are one of those annoyingly cute old couples who still look and act like they're teenagers. My creators, John and Ana Harmon, were high school sweethearts, and are still desperately in love. My 6’4 dad towers over my 5’1 mom, but there appearances compliment each other, my dad’s military build positively encases my mom’s pixie like body. I’m lucky in the fact that I get the best pieces of appearance from my parents. I got my mom’s dark brown hair, but my dad’s green eyes, I got my dad’s height- a fantastic 5’6- and my mom’s curvy body. I was no Megan Fox, but I was more than decent.

 “You look fantastic, like always mommy,” I said, “Oh, you’re breaking out the mommy card, what do you want my dear sweet baby,” she was on to me.“Firstly, I’m not a baby, I’m a senior, and what I need is a ride to Lana’s house.” “Well I can’t help you there, you demolished your car. Your father and I are taking my car to the city, so that only leaves his jeep.” I suppose you are all wondering about what happened to my car, well it went down like this. Three days ago, as I was driving back home from a hard day of finals, a truck- because what other type of car could it have been besides a truck, and the annoying people who always seem to drive trucks- totally cuts me off and speeds down the road. I pull over in a semi, just barely, kind of sort of passionate rage, and get out of my car to stare after the jerk who cut me off. Well, it just so happens that I was on a hill when I parked and I forgot to put on the emergency brake. It is as you expected, the car rolled down hill, taking out a mailbox and a small tree in the process. Oops.

I look towards my dad after mom said that she couldn’t help me either, and he looks back at me with an I-told-you-so look. He knows how much I hate being told what I can and can’t do. He looks at my mom and points at his watch. “Ana honey, the show starts in an hour, and its a forty five minute drive to the city.” “ Why can’t you guys just take dad’s car to the city, like you normally do, and that way I can just drive mom’s car. Its a win-win situation.” I offered. “Because your father didn’t put gas in it, and there isn’t enough to make it to the city. If you do decide to brave the trip to your friends house, you should have enough gas, though.” She says with a chuckle. I know that I was sounding whiny, buy Lana’s my best friend, and she asked for my help. I would do anything for her, including but not limited to -taking a bullet for her, sneaking out of the house, bringing her take out from In-N-Out, and apparently driving stick. “You know what, forget it. Enjoy your night guys, I’ll figure it out.” My parents have gone through a lot: it was hard for my mom and I when my dad was overseas, and I know that my mom lives half a life when he’s not around. I want the type of love that they have, and I was not going to be the cause of them missing any time together. “I’m really sorry sweety” my dad said, “It’s alright” I replied. I know how to make my own way.