PTX ONE-SHOTS! (I TAKE REQUEST)

The Hitchhiker

The road was dark, but lively. It was over filling with traffic and brake lights. It was also fairly damp, from the earlier down pour that had occurred on the small town.

It also happened to be a big night for these two kids. They drove down the road, belting for their lives to their favorite songs. All dressed up, both in black tuxedos, their handkerchief giving a different element to each suit. There shoes happened to be as polished as their award winning smiles.

Though, Scott did manage to keep his eyes safely on the road like any safe driver would do. He was wonderful at doing so, as effortlessly sang along to every single note the song played out, blasting throughout the car.

Mitch, pretending to be the drummer kept the beat, while also playing the part of the second person to this iconic duet. His fingers mimicked the beat of the song onto the dashboard safely.

Subconsciously, he turned down a road, which they both happened to know like the back of their hand. Or their own names, whichever is more relatable. They knew how dark the road happened to be at this time of the night, so Scott gracefully turned on the bright beams.

"That song should be at least an hour. I could listen to that non-stop!" Mitch informed, as he slipped off the coat of his charcoal colored tux jacket.

Scott rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't you know how to do that, Mr. DJ? You can probably easily put that on repeat for exactly an hour."

He thought about this, very thoroughly. It was an excellent idea. But he himself knew that he couldn't put for exactly an hour. Silly Scott.

"Well, can you just play the song again? I really wanna hear it one more time, we're almost home." Scott says, slowing down, knowing at this slight curve, there was a pot hole to the left side.

Mitch then pressed the cd player buttons a few time, causing the next song to stop bluntly, letting the song, for the 9th time tonight, play again.

He then playful began to buck as if suddenly he was a professional dancer. Scott thought otherwise, exploding into hysterical laughter.

"I swear you crack me up--"

"BRAKES!!"

He mashed down on his breaks, causing both of them to go forward, then jolting back. Mitch's chest rose up and down at a rapid pace. Though not as much as the other boy's, taking to account something must've happened, but he didn't see. He shut off the music quickly,  trying to listen for any movement outside the car.

He looked Mitch, silently waiting for him to say something as his foot was pressed hard against the brakes of the car. Then Mitch looked at him. Then back at the dark, endless road. At him.

"What?!"

Mitch searched on Scott's side of the window. "Someone ran across the street. You didn't see that??" He then heard a tap, which is something the blonde didn't hear.

"Mitch you're scaring me."

He rolled his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt. He crawled to the back seats of the car, on his best friend's side. He stared through the window, which slightly foggy, due to the humidity. He put his hand on the glass feeling how cold it was. He snatched his hand back and shivered. He wipped his hand print of the glass, inspecting it in its entirety before going up. He gasp, a cool chill going down his spine.

Quickly he climbs his way back up front, sliding in his seat, but not bothering to put on a seat belt.

"You aren't some investigator. It was probably some animal. Alright? Stop being so paranoid, we should be going home, my mom's probably beginning to get worried." Scott said, turning back on the music.