John Doe

Night

The wheel plowled through a puddle splashing across the oily asphalt. John was fighting against the sticking wheel. Night time spotted splats of shiny white next to a cresent moon; blues,whites and black painted the base of the canvas as the car moved in the rain.
Rose lay down in the back , her red hair was curled across her face. She was slightly dribbling and she clumsly snored. Matt ,if he wasn't feeling so bad, would of probaly place a A4 peice of torn lined paper that read plainly (in scruffy hand writing) ' beware of the bear'.
Talking about Matt he was laying on the headboard. His looked dead. The light that flashed across his face made him look more pale. His breathing was uneven and he was staring at the lights outside.
"Matt?" John questioned.
Matt replied with a tired moan.
"You gotta stay awake bud" John made his voice sound upbeat. The car went into silence.
"Matt?"
"What?" Matt finally spoke.
"Why were you in my house?" John had wondered this for awhile but the events of today had played out to fast for John to comprehend.
"Funny story," he shifted upwards to sit up "I beat up a guy and got beat up and then Callum kinda ordered me outta the house."
John smirked.
"So you left your boyfriend without any message at all?"John inquired.
What follwed was a bombard of cussing.Matt pulled out a rather beat up phone and pull out a messaging service.
"Uh, Matt" John spoke.
"What?"
"I don't think you can legbliy type"
Matt shoved his phone into Johns hands.
"What-wha-why?" John's stutter returned unwelcomed. He does not receive a answer.
"Tell him I'm drunk"Matt retorted.
John had to look at Matt as if he was a idiot ,which he was.
"Matt you're like the most sober guy i know,"John spoke with a matter of fact.
"Right...tell him i got into a fight!"
"Matt-"
"You're right to obvious."
"Ima tell him where we are" John finshed. Matt went to stop the frantic button mashing but then a little 'ping' confirmed his disbelief. He turned back to the windscreen.
"John!" Matt yelled.John turned and saw he was about to colide with a tree. He swerved but the rain forced traction on the wheels ; John stomped onto the brakes. Stopping the car dead before the tree. Rose however was flung to the floor. She got up and looked like a frizzy mess.
"You could of just woke me up normally."