Saving Liam (Liam Payne)

01: Pick-up Trucks

“Can’t you drive any faster Lois?” Alice pressures me; afraid we are going to be late for the best thing that will ever happen to us, besides maybe getting married. Which we haven’t yet by the way.

Miss Ginger or Alice’s mom is sitting in the back seat laughing at our bickering (which by the way is making me more nervous) and keeps commenting at my driving technique. So yeah, this may be my first time driving after I got my license, and we are driving to a One Direction concert, so there is traffic like crazy. But we are in my truck, my baby, all though that is kind of the wrong name considering that the car may or may not be older than my fresh 16 years of life.

“We are going to be late. Can’t you just go around all of these cars?” Alice whines. She is still 15 and hasn’t really driven a lot. She doesn’t really know all the ‘rules’.

“Alice. Do you see the car on my right side, and the car on my left side?” I ask her. “And that car in front of me? How am supposed to go around these cars Alice?” I laugh making her confused.

 “What? Do you want me to go all Mr. Gadget on you where the truck lifts up while the tires are still on the ground and go above all of the cars? Cause this truck is older than me and I am pretty sure I would have remembered when I have made improvements that awesome.”

We all laugh at my comment, and they keep laughing when I start to look for the ‘button’.

“Miss Ginger?” I ask Alice's mom, “My Camera is back there right?”

I hear some shuffling in the backseat until she confirms that it is under my seat. Phew. That would have been a disaster. Like I would have hauled back to my house, then hauled back for the concert. My camera is my lovie. My lover, my baby, my life. I would die for that thing, but yet again maybe not, it would die for me, which it does plenty on its own, I just save its life and it takes pictures for me again!

“Hur-.”

 I cut her off with “Alice if you whine one more time about my driving slow then I will make you walk there! And we are still 20 miles from the place!”

She crosses her arms and pouts, sticking out her lower lip. That stupid puppy dog face, but mine is better. I give her my puppy dog eyes back at her and then she cracks.

“Fine!” she says throwing her hands up in the arms to emphasize. “I won’t whine, just don’t make me walk, I don’t wanna ruin my outfit.”

That fashion freak, all about fashion and clothes and make-up, but I honestly shouldn’t be complaining. I am only a little bit better than her. Ha. Yeah… sadly.

Finally God wants us to make it in time for the concert because the traffic lightens up quite a little bit. But then he changes his mind, by making my truck do weird things. So I pull over. I get out and go open the hood, hoping that whatever happened is fixable fast.

I get gassed out by the smoke that comes out from the hood, and I start coughing. “Dang… cough…it… cough cough…”