"285 Greenwood way, please." Her lips chattered from the cold as she slipped into the warm interior of the Manchester taxi cab. With a grunt, the greasy, balding man sat in the drivers seat, folded up his damp copy of 'The Guardian', before peeling away from the curb. Aubrey sighed, slumping far into the no doubt fake leather interior of the vehicle, as the numerous raindrops made a 'pinging' noise when they hit.
Good ol' Manchester thunderstorm.
She shifted in the cramped backseat; trying to get comfortable with her damp clothes sticking to her frail body, with no avail. She eventually gave up, folding her arms across her chest with a sigh of frustration.
Of course her parents had sent her to get strawberries on a day like today. It couldn't have been yesterday, when it was blisteringly hot out. Or tomorrow, when it was supposed to be comfortably warm.
It just had to be on the day that mother nature decided to give Manchester a nice, cold shower. For 2 hours straight, now. And still going.
As the cab rolled to a stop at a red light, Aubrey's brown eyes flashed to the money metre, as it dinged repeatedly. Her eyes grew wide as it was already at £12.50, and she wasn't even half way home yet.
Digging through her purse, her fingers wrapped around her worn out purple wallet, and leafed through it quickly in a desperate hope that more money would somehow appear. Coming up with only a £10 and a £5 note, she groaned.
"I don't suppose I could pay you in breathmints and a £25 coupon for Aeropostale?"
The cab came to a screeching hault, before pulling over to the side of the street; spashing the concrete with a wave of water.
"Out. Now." His rough voice growled at her as his beady grey eyes glared at her through the rear-view mirror. She bent her head to hide her growing blush, as she threw the bills she had at him, gathered up her purse and shopping bag, and climbed out into the trecherous downpour. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, the cab screeched away, sending a sheet of water splashing against her, soaking her already damp coat, jeans and toms. She cringed as the cold began to seep down to her core.
Now what was she to do.
Resorting to the last possible idea she had, she cocked her right thumb in the direction her home was, and patiently waited as the wind nipped at her face.
For five, long minutes, multiple cars zoomed by without so much as a second glance at the shivering girl. Panic rose in her chest, as she realized that she may have to walk all the way home. Just as she was about to give up on the whole hitchhiking fiasco, a small, black Bentley came to a slow stop just metres in front of her; being careful not to splash the already drenched girl.
With a sigh of relief, she opened the passenger door, and climbed in; welcoming the heat that was radiating through the vehicle.
"Thank you for stopping, I didn't think anyone would!" Her blue lips could barely formulate the words of thanks as her frozen fingers struggled with the seatbelt.
"God! You look like an ice cube!" A slightly higher pitched male voice tsked from the driver's seat. "Here," The male tossed a wollen blanket found in the backseat towards her, accidentally smacking her in the face with the fabric.
"Oh I'm so sorry! Man, this is a really off day for me!" He groaned, craddling his head in his hands. She let out a soft giggle, as she wrapped the blanket around herself like a snuggy, before turning to get a look at her saviour.
"It's fine, don't worry about-" Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes met the soft caramel ones of the male. They both held each other gazes in silence, before she snapped herself back to reality. "It. Don't worry about it." She finished; brushing a stray strand of her dull brown hair behind her ears.
It was silent for a few moments as he drank her appearance in; her thin, maroon Foo Fighters hoodie along with her black skinny jeans and navy blue Toms were completely soaked. Her hair that fell down to her mid-chest stuck together in patches. Even with all of these combined, as well as her mascara making small black streaks down her face, he thought she was beautiful.
"What's your name?" He cocked his head to the side as he awaited her responce.
"Aubrey, what about you?" She sent him a warm smile as her cheeks began to heat up from his thick Australian accent. She's always had a soft spot for them.
"I'm Calum, it's lovely to meet you."
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First chapter up! Whoop!
I started writing this in First Person, because I've never tried writing in Third Person before, but I decided to give it a shot! I suck balls at 3rd person, so if you have any comments on how I could improve, please don't heasitate to share them with me! :)
This story is going to be muchhhh different than Enigma!(if you haven't checked it out you should, it's Luke Hemmings c; ) It's going to be sappy and sweet. Not really any action, (except for maybe some later on, heyyyyy c; sorry I'll let myself out...) but I'm excited to get into it :)
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