The Concert That Changed My Life

A Ride In Chris's Baby

Have you heard the acoustic version of Slow Hands yet? If not, do it! It's phenomiNiall. ;)

---×---

"I have no plan of landing in a hospital Chris!"

Chris's driving is so harsh. He was taking sharp turns and had just saved a dog from coming under his BABY. Who calls their car 'Baby'?! He was like, 'Be proud of the fact that you're riding in my baby.' I mean, was he serious?

Boys these days are weird. But ironically, I still like this particular weirdo.

"We are going to the hospital apparently." He said, keeping an eye on the manager's car from the rear view mirror.

"What the fudge do you mean?" I asked, sprinting onto my left as he took a sharp right turn.

He chuckled, "We're just confusing the guy. He doesn't know about the roads of London that well. We'll just go to the hospital that Olivia has been admitted to."

I gave him a confused look, "How do you know that he doesn't know about the roads? You dating him or what?"

He sighed. "I am not gay, Sophia. And I know about him because uh, I kinda have a record about who has been the manager lately. For example, before him was an Indian Guy. And before him, was a beautiful blonde. She was very pretty." And for a moment, he was lost in his own world.

"Ahem. Such a stalker." I replied, while clutching on my seat belt. "Can you just drive a little slower?"

He gave me a 'are you kidding me?' kind of a look. "If I decrease my speed the psycho manager would literally bang my baby."

My nose wrinkled in disgust. "What a wonderful choice of words."

He just gave me a smirk. The honking was literally killing me. I wonder why the police wasn't chasing us. And interestingly, why was the manager even chasing us? Why doesn't he go back to his restaurant and address the 'real' food inspector?

As if listening to my concern, the manager's car took a right turn, suddenly silencing the roads.

"Now can you drive a little slower?" I shouted.

"Calm down lady, I'm not going to kill you! And what if the manager comes from the opposite side?"

"Just like you did with Olivia & Louis a few years back?"

"You know about that incident?" He asked, amused.

"Of course! She was constantly talking about that hot guy that she met back in India."

Oh Damn. I should not have said that. I should not have said that.

And did I just gave a Harry Potter reference or something? Oh, I see what I did there.

"Aha, a hot guy?" He smirked, "tell me something new."

Confident much?

"You were hot when you were back in India. But your hotness slowly declined." I said, giving him an eye roll.

"Oh please. Remember when you told me how good I looked when I wore that black tee at that party back in college?"

I blushed, "You looked good. Not hot or sexy or any other adjective you want me to say."

"You rarely complemented anyone, yet alone a guy." He said, winking.

It was true. I rarely complemented a guy. And if I ever did, I usually went, uh, a little overboard? For instance, there was one guy in school who looked extremely handsome at prom. So I kept telling him how hot he looked and how he resembled some actor that I don't recall, which only irritated his girlfriend to the extent that she shouted a high pitched 'shut up' to my face. So yeah, I do have those moments.