Orthography

Car Crash

Let's see...

I forgot how to start stories again.

Can I go with once upon a time for this one?

Eh, I do what I want.

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Once upon a time, a very specific time, a young man of 19 or 20 decided to take a drive. You know, just drive. A drive to nowhere and to just get away.

The young man...shall I name him this time? Clay. He still hadn't been accepted into a college. He sort of hesitated on applying to any when he first graduated high school, so he's been living with his parents and surviving on top ramen. He'd eat with his parents occasionally, but he wanted to at least lighten their burden by getting a few part time jobs and partly supporting himself.

Now back to his drive; I don't really know if it was that smart to head out at only four o' clock, but whatever. He was lucky to actually have that truck, the one thing he could actually save up for. He didn't want to risk damaging his parents', and he wasn't a fan of walking or biking. As for me, I dislike cars since it seems so complicated to drive. My opinion doesn't really matter for this story, though.

Like I said earlier, Clay didn't have a set location to stop at, it was just a drive. The last time he went on a drive, he ended up in the middle of a deserted freeway with no gas. Luckily, there was a sort of small plaza close by so he could get help. In preparation, he brought with him a crap load of snacks, a sleeping bag, more blankets, and some pillows. If he did end up stuck somewhere again, he could make a selfish call to one of his buddies to pick him up and then crash in the back.

(I feel like this is moving a bit slow. How about you?)

Clay drove on, the traffic not as bad as he suspected. It was really a nice day for a drive. He has been a bit stressed over all the jobs he's been juggling for a couple years. College seemed like a fantastic idea now. He regrets not applying sooner. His thoughts rolled through his brain like a lazy train.

His hand reached out to turn on the radio and listen to the random selections of music. He preferred the music he had downloaded on his phone, but he wanted to conserve battery just in case. Though, if he would just pay attention to the freaking monitor once in a while, he would learn the following things: first, he was speeding, and second, he didn't leave on a full tank of gas and it was running low.

At least fortunate enough not to get caught by the police, his drive got him passing the rows and rows of farmland. Despite himself, this is when he decided to exit. He wasn't a fan of agriculture or anything, being the stubborn city boy he actually was. From a very young age he made up his mind that there was no place for him out in rural areas. 

Ultimately, though, just as he was passing a fruit stand, his truck ran out of gas. The stand was empty, it being already six o'clock now. It was sort of surprising to him that it had gotten dark so quickly. He checked his watch, stepped out of the truck to survey the roads briefly, then began to push his car as far to the side as he possibly could. 

Once again, he found himself in such a spectacular situation. That counts as alliteration, right?

Hungry. Sleepy. Bored. That's what Clay was feeling after about 15 minutes of just sitting around. Here's the thing, he ate all his snacks, and no one is available to bother with him at the moment. So now, he's curled up in the back of his truck with the sleeping bag beneath him, the blankets wrapping around him, and the pillows making a barrier around his body. He thought he would freeze to death, but he was wrong. With the warmth of his blankets and such surrounding him, he could burn up. Nonetheless, it was still freezing so if he took any of the blankets off, he feared he would become an ice sculpture.

He'd crash here, the last thing his eyes trailing off to see the twinkle of the stars, so far away...

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"He looks pretty comfy, huh?"

"What the heck do you mean? This is ridiculous. Just wake him up."

Clay twisted around, listening to the rambling of stangers' voices. His slowly forced his eyes open, staring up into an angry man's eyes, but also a female's big, curious eyes.

He sat up quickly, but was blinded by the sunlight.

"T-Time..." Clay muttered.

"It's morning. Leave it at that." The man spat.

"Did you enjoy camping out in your truck?" The female questioned. Her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown, full of questions that got no answers. Her hair that reached her shoulders was a bit unkempt, but beautiful in a way. 

He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time; it was eight thirty-six. There were distressed texts from his mother and a bunch of missed calls.

"Crap." He scanned the area once more with the light raining down on his surroundings. "This is your property...trespassing...oh, sorry. Don't call the police on me, 'kay?" He hopped out with armfuls of blankets and pillows, shoving them into the back of his seats.

The female was at his side now, a couple pillows in hand as well. A sweet smile crept upon her pink lips.

"Don't help the boy! He's just a damn city-"

"Faster he packs up, the faster he leaves..." She murmured with an eye roll. Though, the brief glances towards Clay made it evident that she didn't want him to leave.

Clay took the pillows from the girl and threw them into the truck. He didn't bother to say anything as he hopped into the driver's seat, about to insert the key but then he remembered the predicament he was in.

His eyes fearfully looked passed the female and at the already furious man. His arms were crossed and he tapped his foot expectantly. "Well, boy? Giddy on up."

"Sir, um...I don't have any gas left."

"I might as well wring you neck." He growled as he approached Clay intimidatingly.

The girl stepped into the man's path and gave him a pointed look. "Just give him the gas and-"

"-then I can leave." Clay forced the words out, finishing the phrase.

The girl then placed her hands on her hips and nodded. The man was obviously holding back, looking from the girl to Clay and then back at the girl. He placed the thought into consideration and then turned and began to walk away.

"He's off to get some gasoline for your truck." She spun around on her heels and looked at Clay again.

Her eyes were so alluring, though he couldn't get the courage to look directly into them...

That's the end! Ha ha! I bet you were expecting more, right?