Crash Landing [✓]

02

Chapter Two | EVER HAD SOMEONE GO DOWN ON YOU?

I was anxious to say the least, excited somewhat and in a state of bewilderment as I drove with no sense of direction. My teeth were clenched as was my jaw and I tried my best to keep my cool, having placed Toffee in the back seat, nothing comforting to hold onto as my fingers gripped the steering wheel, apparently sweating.

It also didn't help to have Milo Delgard, an Agent of the government (as he so profoundly claimed) humming to himself next to me; while checking his devilish, curly hair in the rear view mirror.

He made me feel nervous, and overwhelmed, merely by his appearance —that, and the gun he had tucked next to him safely. I feared it would end up shooting out bullets on its own accord and then what would I do?

Probably shoot myself from the shock.

His curly hair was simply beautiful — the curls and twirls sitting atop his head in a luscious manner, the mere pecan brown of it appealing to the eye. I felt the strange urge to run my fingers through them and —

"Ada," Milo said in a sing-song voice, "Let's turn that frown of yours upside down and turn on the stereo."

"Sure." I responded uneasily, letting out a shaky breath. "Where are we going anyways? I seem to be driving with no destination in mind. I mean, what's the plan now? Where are you taking me? You really need to start telling me things if you want me to stay calm, because I'm freaking out inside and I don't understand what you're so calm about. If it was me, I'd be crying. You're hurt, after all."

"A few miles out of the city. Careful now, you're starting to sound like you actually care about me." Milo grinned a little too brightly, trying to change the subject, "Fuck, I love this song."

I frowned at his lively disposition, fretting the worst, since I didn't even know where exactly we were going. Perhaps he was going to kill me, yes that was it! It made the most sense to me.

It always happened in the movies, girl is told information, girl asks too many questions, girl then mysteriously dies and is found at the bottom of a dumpster with her limbs dangling.

"Don't be such a bloody buzzkill," Milo smirked, "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that tonight is the most fun you've ever had."

"What could be more fun that nursing a gunshot victim? It's not like Netflix isn't that much entertainment." I murmured to myself, sarcasm lacing each word. "Let's not forget you kidnapped me, I don't care, this, this whole situation is a kidnapping. You should know, I'm only doing this to ensure Toffee's safety, and everyone else's. That's right, I keep up with action movies. You'll go after everyone, unless I do what you say, because you are in fact the real VILLAIN of the story."

"No," Milo mused, frowning, "You can trust me. Believe me, doll, I'm far from being the villain. I'm the good guy, and this is as real as it gets."

"Yes," I spat out, "Trust the man with the gun, trust the man who threatens cats and forces innocent women to come along with him. Trust the man who threatens to spank me!"