Slipping into the unknown

Prince of car rides

Once all the way downstairs, Bren pushed the heavy door open, holding it for me to walk through. I muttered a soft thank you to him and stepped forward so he could close it.

Looking out at the few cars parked outside, I could only wonder which one he owned. What kind of car you have and how clean it is can really say who you are as a person. If it's spotless the person could have like having things organized, and those that are slightly dirty could like things cleaned sometime, but stretch out the date until they clean them again

Hearing the door close with a loud groan, the noise was soon followed by a jangling of keys.

A honk rang out in the air from unlocking the car. My jaw dropped once I saw the vehicle that produced the noise and light flash. It was a 2017 Dodge Charger. Halogen light bulbs; a sleek, dark, glossy, black coating; dark navy blue rims; all accompanied by Michelin tires. Aka, a very expensive French company that makes parts.

I'd see the car there always as I'd go in the parking lot or go to grab pizza. I was always curious on who owned it. Maybe they were posh, uptight, and rich. Although that's unlikely if they were living in this apartment building

I was thoroughly shocked knowing he owned this now. He doesn't act conceited, which is great but wow! Having this nice of a car you'd have to be filthy rich or have rich parents with stockbrokers and a deep love for you. Or you spent all money buying the car but I'd highly doubt Beebo would do that.

"You like it?" He asked me, knocking me out of my tiny trance. He had a nervous smile on his face, curious eyes, and his face was staring to fluster.

Not wanting to make him feel embarrassed, I quickly responded to his question. "Yea it's very nice." I smiled at him as I spoke, hoping it'd ease his nerves.

He visibly relaxed once hearing me say that, much to my relief.

Walking over to his car, he followed me to the passenger side and opened the door for me. In a posh voice he spoke to accommodate his actions of opening the door, standing very still, and keeping as straight as a face as possible. "Ahh, madame, are you ready to go?" I chuckled under my breath at his terrible British accent.

"Why thank you monsieur. I'd be happy to go now." I too kept the straightest face I could, pushing away the laughter that was bubbling inside of me.

Now sitting in the car, I buckled in and laughed out loud as I saw him walk one step at a time. Slowly but timely, he took each step, followed by an abrupt halt. He had his left arms curled in front of him as would a butler in the old black and white films.

reaching his door, he opened it slowly. Still keeping his face still and emotionless, I wondered how he was able to keep his face so still. If I was in his position, not that I've been in it many time, I figure I'd be laughing my ass off while trying to keep a straight face, but failing anyways. Bringing my full attention back to him, he abruptly sat down and closed the door. 

At this point, i was nearly dying of laughter on the passenger side, thoroughly amused by the entire act. 

Bren turned his head slowly, his eyes only reaching me once his head was turned a full 90 degree. Seeing me laughing hysterically beside him, I finally saw his lip start to wobble. The first sign of this act starting to dissipate. He slowly broke from the posh butler act, the laughing building inside him being too much for him. I cheered slightly once seeing me get to him. 

We both were soon laughing hysterically, trying to calm the other down as we reminded them it was 8:46 and they needed to leave. Once we were to the state of only chuckling every 10 seconds, slightly out of breath and panting. 

Putting the car into reverse, he still had his foot on the brake, and reached his hand towards the radio. He turned to look at me grinning, and I soon grinned back to him. He out on 80's on 8, having XM radio. Hearing the jazzy beats, we both smiled as large as we could before we began to belt out the lyrics. 

 "How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold (so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding." 

"Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)"

"Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry !" 

We both belted out the parts together, Bren shushing me as the middle of the chorus to sing the parent part by himself. At the end of the song, we finally reached Don's, the cafe where I worked. 

I thanked him profusely as opening the door to his car. 

"Oh no problem. I really don't mind spending time with you." He shyly smiled at me as he continued on. "Anyways, good luck at your new job today. I know you'll rock it and I think you'll like it a lot too. How are you going to get to your other job?" 

"Oh I can walk or take the bus. If anything it's only 2 city blocks away."

"I can pick you up."

 "oh no that's not-" 

"I'll pick you up." He continued to smile at me, oddly with a longing look in his eyes. 

"Ok then. My shift gets over at  1. See you then I guess?" I asked him timidly in case he didn't want to anymore.

"See you then." He smiled back at me happily, as I jogged inside, waving him goodbye.

<Thanks for reading. PLEASE READ it's become apparent looking back at previous chapters such as Darkness and not having half of the chapter there. 

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