Drive // e.d

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song:
blackbear - dead roses

I threw my purse onto my shoulder and tossed my keys around my finger. The sound of the keys jingling together filled the silent, deserted parking lot as my light brown hair blew slightly in the cool night air. Rain ever so lightly drizzled down from the sky.

I had just finished my shift at Target, thankful to be done for the day. I unlock the car and swiftly sat down, relaxing my feet. I turn on the motor, checking the time on the car's clock.

11:24pm

I let out a sigh and rub my eyes ready to sleep already. I pull out of the parking lot and head out onto the nearly empty streets.

I've always wondered why people are still out as this time of night.

But I guess it's because no one ever really sleeps normal hours out here in LA.

A red light stops me at an empty intersection, that is alive with congested traffic during the day.

Leaning my elbow on the car window, I rub my eyes.

*knock knock*

The constant sound of someone's knuckles hitting the window caused me to look up to the other side of the car.

A boy, maybe 18 or 19, was looking around the car, as if he was hiding from someone. He looked through the window back at me, pulling at the car door handle, and mouthing at me to open it.

Instead I rolled down the window slightly.

"Let me in," the boy said, with a pleading expression.

His hair was rather messy, and slightly wet from the rain. He was also wearing a black tank top, showing off his muscles. And damn, he looked absolutely flawless.

"Open the door," he speaks again pulling me out of my trance with his deep raspy voice.

I shake my head at him. "Who are you?" I question.

"Grant." He states lifting his head back up looking around the empty streets again. "Just let me in," he says again looking back at me and into my eyes.

I look away, at the light which is still red, and turn my head back to him.

"Please," he pleads looking defeated, "it's not safe out here."

I sigh contemplating what he was saying.

"I'm not going to kill you if that's what you're worried about." He says with a hint of smile on his face, before it's replaced with the look of worry again.

The usual sound of police sirens radiate in the air.

"It's not safe here, please, let me in." He says once again shaking the door handle.

I roll my eyes, and nod my head. "Okay," I sigh, clicking the lock system off.

He quickly throws the door open and plants himself down on the seat beside me. He then looks around the car one more time, before reaching over and locking the car himself.

The red light turns green, illuminating his face in the dark night.

"Drive," he commands. 

I shake my head at him. "Put your seat belt on first."

"You pick me up off the streets in the middle of the night and now your concern is on my seatbelt." He rants, with a sarcastic tone, "interesting priorities." He pulls the belt around his chest, and clicks it into place.

"Drive." He demands firmly. "Drive now."

I put my foot onto the gas and drive forward.

Red and blue lights, light up the road behind us, as the sirens get louder. Grant's body seems to tense up beside me. But the police car soon passes and his body relaxes.

"Where do you need me to take you?" I ask him, keeping my eyes on the road.

His head turns and looks at me.

He seems to hesitate before he speaks, "do you have much planned for the next few days?"

I quickly glanced at him confused. "I've got school."

"School?" He questions.

"Yeah, college. And I've got work."

"How about we get away." Grant says.

I let out a little laugh. "Get away?" I question him.

"Let's escape this town." He says enthusiastically.

My first instinct is to say no, but there was a small part of me that wanted to get away from my day to day life. Nothing ever changed around here. And nothing seemed to be special. Maybe it was fate that Grant was here with me right now.

"You don't even know who I am," I say to him.

"You're right I don't," he says shrugging. "So who are you?"

"Mila," I introduce myself, sticking out my right hand for him the shake, while the other remained on the wheel.

A chuckle leaves his mouth before his hand grasped onto mine, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Mila."

For the first time in a long time, I smile.

"You too, Grant."