Chasing Cars

Chapter Two

Back again! Dedicated to JarFullOfCookies (Jeny) who is going to make a trailer. Don't worry CookieHogger, you'll get the bitch fight dedicated to you :D So, on with the story :D

Chasing Cars

Chapter Two

It felt like I had been at the cemetary for hours, but I was just too caught up in my own thoughts to look up from my knees. When I finally collected myself, and raised my head, I was surprised to see the moon shining in the sky. I sighed. Everything had to end sometime. I picked myself up, and started toward the place I go to to try to heal from a crisis; Carlee's house. Carlee was my rock; which was pretty stupid, since she was even more broken than me. But I can't help the wave of feelings that wash over me when I'm with her. I feel peaceful, and calm, and tranquil. I never actually stayed over at Carlee's house, because her foster dad hated me, but I always came and got her from her house, and brought her to mine.

When I reached her house, I looked up at it again, as I always do. It was nothing special, if anything, it was a run down peice of crap. But it was home to Carlee, Remy, and the twins. Nothing much they could do about it, anyway. Except report their foster dad and be seperated and forced to move away. Which, they would never do.

I wasn't about to knock on their front door. I didn't have a death wish. So I grabbed hold of the vine that led up to Carlee's window. I climbed up, and knocked on the window. She opened it immediately.

"Jaden!" she gasped. Uh oh. She must be really pissed. She hardly ever uses my real name.

I gulped. "H-hey, Carls."

She glared at me. "Where have you been?" she demanded.

I looked down below me, then back up to her. "Listen, can we go back to my place? I don't really want to get caught."

She quickly realized what I was saying and ushered me down the vine. She climbed down after me, shutting the window behind her, and together we ran through the empty streets to my house. On the way, we ran into a homeless guy's can of money, and it spilled out around him. We froze, and when he yelled at us, we took off running faster, laughing all the way. When we got to my house and climbed up the window and into my room, we looked at each other, before laughing again. We didn't have to worry about waking my parents up, because I had learned from Carlee that my mom had taken off to a hotel to be closer to the place she had to go to tomorrow for business, and my dad was already in an apartment with his secretary.

"So what exactly happened?" she asked, after we had both calmed down and had settled to leaning against the side of my bed.

I sighed and threw my head back, covering my face with my hands. "Didn't my parents tell you that when they called?" I asked, my voice muffled by my hands.

She pulled my hands away from my face, and smacked them when I tried to put them back. "It was just your mom that called. And she only called me as a last resort. God, she's a bitch."

I laughed and turned to look at her, studying her. Her eyes, her freckles, her hair... She gigled nervously. "What?" she said.

I reached out and wiped an eyelash off her cheek. "Eyelash." I said. "Make a wish."

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What could I possibly wish for that I don't already have?"

That made my heart swell with pride. Here she was, this broken girl, with no family, and very little to live for, asking what she could wish for that she doesn't already have. Gosh. How amazing is that? Despite her question, she closed her eyes and blew the eyelash away, making a wish. I grinned lopsidely at her. "What'd you wish for?" I questioned teasingly.