Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

fast and furious

hooonnnkkkkk

You slammed your hand on the wheel of your brand new jeep, getting first hand experience on what L.A traffic is really like.

Your sighed, slumping back in your seat.

It's been a long day. Your highly anticipated store opened up today, and items flew off the shelves and racks so fast, you had to close early.

Bus routes were mixed up, stations were shut down, all the way to your car dealership where you spent an unnecessary amount of time signing papers and what not.

Though tired, you ached for a non-stressful event to occur before your first Saturday night in Los Angeles ended.

You stuck your head out the window and shouted:

"You want to go?! The car infront of you is past the god damn lights!-"

"Don't you see there's a bloody car turning, dumb bitch?" The thick accented college junkie, snapped back at you sticking his middle finger up through the roof.

The car he was talking about had been turning for the last 2 minutes. And he could easily go around him.

You rolled your eyes, thinking you weren't trying to burden any profanities to a guy that's probably going to get an STD in under 3 hours.

Soon, you were able to make the slightest bit of movement. There was a backroad you could turn on, that lead a little out of the territory which you were familiar with.

You kissed your teeth and decided to take the clearer route, directing the steering wheel into the next lane, and turn.

Your phone went off, but you didn't care to check it. It was probably your mom trying to get details on your day like she has been for the past 6 days.

You winded down all your windows, and yanked the band out of your hair, loosening your waves, allowing it to bounce with the wind.

You drove straight, passing closing stores, and gas stations, all prettier than what you were used to seeing all your life.

You felt alive. You turned up the radio to a popular song. Normally you'd plug in your phone like you did back at home, but you opted out on it, since you were kind of enjoying the beat.

Your shoulders shimmed and your head bobbed, pulling up to the stop light.

You read the street sign, and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Where the hell" you whispered hanging onto the "l" with your tongue.

You bit your lip looking around you, drumming on the wheel and swaying your body.

On your left was a in and out burger, busy as usual, and you weren't hungry, so you couldn't use it as an excuse to ask for directions from where you were at.

And on your right, a sleek black car had just pulled up, shiny, all windows shaded, pretty sketchy you thought. Although, your were captivated by the suspicion, so you kept your eyes locked on the vehicle.

The window rolled down, and revealed delicious guy, who radiated badass.

He looked a little older than you, but he still made you really hot.