Drift

Chapter 2

Lia's foot tapped on the floorboard of the jeep impatiently as the warm morning sun streamed in through the open windows and sunroof. Even though she had taken unexpected traffic into account when planning the schedule for the morning, the length of this light was rather unexpected, even for Lia.

Evermore aggravated by the nonstop grumbling of car engines, she turned on the radio, which had been turned up rather loudly by the previous listener, therefore startling the formerly relaxed siblings.

After scrambling around to turn down the radio, which had been obnoxiously playing "Close To You" by the Carpenters, Ben had had enough of his sisters impatient fidgeting.

"Dude, chill," he urged. "We'll be there in five minutes."

"More like an hour of we stay stuck at this stupid light," Lia said, her upset state of mind only expanding. "I mean, it's already been ten minutes! I'm just gonna run it if it doesn't turn green within the next minute; this is insane."
She looked at the light, dangling in the air.
It seemed to mock her, simply swaying there in the breeze, with nowhere to be and no one to meet.

"Do you hear me, light?" She yelled, slouching forward gripping the steering wheel.
"I will run you!"

Ben chuckled at his sisters way of expressing her impatience, and just couldn't help but think of the humor that would result if she'd ever got impatient with her husband, if she ever got married one day.

Probably not well.

"GREEN!" Lia yelled with a smile as she slammed the gas pedal, forcing her daydreaming brother out of his amusing thoughts, as well as his seat.

"Geez, you don't have to scream that the light's green, I have eyes." he mumbled.

He lightly ruffled his already tousled brown hair as he gathered his bearings, now that he'd returned to the real world and started paying attention to the whereabouts of the road that his wild sister was venturing. Her hyperactive nature tended to influence her driving to lean towards the reckless side, though somehow she'd never gotten a single ticket, nor had she even been pulled over. At least not that Ben knew.

Within a matter of mere minutes, they were in the parking lot of the Marina where Rich and Symone keep their yacht. In that parking lot, they found a nice little parking space between a matte black Bugatti Veyron and a chrome gold Lamborghini.

These people were filthy rich.

Ben and Lia's rusty, barley-functioning, thirteen year old jeep in desperate need of a new paint job was clearly a perfect fit.

The pavement of an old 7-11 parking lot was probably nicer than that old rust bucket.

But Lia and Ben were hardly embarrassed. They had been there many times before, visiting Rich and Symone and having lunch, things like that. They knew personally many of the regulars there, and were perfectly comfortable walking amongst the wealthy in their lavish ocean-themed surroundings.

They hopped out of the old sardine can, which they had affectionately named Tow-Mater, and gathered their things from the trunk of the vehicle. Once they were each incredibly loaded down (mostly with Lia's things,) they headed toward the docks to find the F.F. Tranquility; also known as the Rooks Yacht.

A thing of beauty, it was.

4 decks and 160 feet of pure aerodynamic opulence, whiter than the whitest snow or the brightest lights. The only colors on it's body were polished red wood that composed the vintage decorative captains wheel, and the deep royal navy blue that contoured the shining white highlight around the whole transport. And just beyond the whiteness of the hull, the name "F.F Tranquility" stood out in the most beautiful yet serious deep blue, cursive-italic font. The font perfectly described the yacht. Beautiful, yet serious. She drifted like a dream. Like a cloud in the sky was this ship in the water. Elegant. Smooth. Comfy looking.