Drive By

Chapter 5

I introduced Connor to Julia and Ryder and we all sat down and just, talked. After a while, the storm blew over and it started to get late so I told Connor that we should leave soon. As we were all saying our goodbyes, Julia gave me her number and then we went our separate ways.

"I'm really sorry, I wish I had known that it was going to rain. I hope being ran over by a stampede of kids and the storm didn't effect you will to ever go to a party again."

"Actually it was better than I'd thought I would be." I said while opening to door to leave McDonald's. The sky was dark and clear. You could see every single star in the sky. The moon was about half full and it glistened against the blackness of night. The smell of rain still lingered in the warm summer air.

"Really?" He asked skeptically. "You must really hate parties if you'd rather be trampled and almost in a wreck then dance and converse with people.

Dancing. Gross. Conversing. Grosser.

Well, dancing isn't gross, just me dancing is gross. I never was able to dance. I always was a clumsy child with extreme balance issues.

As I got in the car, I wondered my motives.

I wondered why.

Why on earth, I chose to go to a party with someone I barely spoke three words to. Why I told a stranger where I lived. Why did I tell him I always keep my door unlocked? Was that my symbolic way of letting him in? If it was, why someone that I didn't know? I'm letting a stranger in, but I won't let my parents in. He could be a serial killer, I can't just let him know all of these things about me. I had no reason to let him into my world, but something about him just felt, comforting. Even know I haven't even known him for a day, and yet he makes me feel secure. How is that?

I shut the door and buckled my seatbelt, never keeping my eyes off of the car window.

I was in his car. Why was I in his car? Why would he invite a complete stranger into his car? Is it his way of letting me in? Why would he invite me, me of all people to a party?

"What's wrong with you?" Oops. That sounded a lot better in my head.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, do you always do this?" Much better.

"Do.....?" He asked with a confused expression.

"I mean, I'm a complete stranger and you invited me to a party. Do you always invite random girls to parties?"

"So you're asking me if I'm a man whore?" He said with an accomplished smirk. Now that I really studied him, he could easily be a player. His brown hair was disheveled and damp, due to the rain. His eyes were green, and faded to blue. They held something unusual in them. Amusement?

"Well, are you?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

"Good thing I have nine lives." Was that a comeback? I didn't even mean to say that! It just slipped out if my mouth.

He smiled, showing his perfect set of white teeth. "I think, perception is reality, and it depends on on how you choose to see me."

Wow, that was wise. To come up with a philosophy like that takes countless hours pondering and thinking and wondering. Does he wonder a lot too? Maybe he does. Maybe he's just as worried about being alone as I am. Maybe he thinks like I do. Maybe he's thinking the things I am right now.

I think you're right.

There were so many unspoken words during that car ride home. Words, that I wanted to say, but I just couldn't. It just didn't feel right. I looked at the myriad of stars above me.

I wonder- How many stars had to fall to make just one persons wish come true? That is a topic I've been thinking about lately. How many bad things have to happen for one tremendous, life changing event to happen to one person? Maybe it evens out. Maybe it took a million bad things to happen for Connor to come into my life. Maybe he'll change me, and because of that Ill change the world and help ten million people.

After all, wishes can't come true without some star falling. Some stars, just get the bad end of it.its simply a matter of luck. Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe, it's a matter of fate.

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