Burnouts

Hell-ationships

Scene 1: Danny's Van

Danny Cole

"Just admit that we're lost, Val," I huff as I drive around Bleecker street looking for some stupid clothing store she swears she can get a deal at.

"You're lost, I could've taken the bus, but you insisted you take me in this gray piece of garbage."

"Now, you take that back. There is nothing wrong with her!" I scoff before running one of my hands down the steering wheel soothingly, "She didn't mean that baby, don't worry about it," I say apologetically to the van.

"You care about it more than you care about me, Daniel," Val crosses her arms

"Are you joking right now?" I scoff and roll my eyes. "No, I don't."

"Really? If you had to choose between me or keeping this waste of money, what would it be?"

I look her in the eyes before shaking my head in disbelief. "You, Val...always you."

"You hesitated." She shrugged and turned away from me, scooting as far away as possible on the leather seat.

"Well, goddamn it, Val. Why the hell are you comparing yourself to a fucking mode of transportation?"

"Why are you yelling at me, Danny," she says through tears, and my eyes widen in shock when I realize she's crying.

I mentally groan and pull the car over to the side of the road, parking near a random building.

"Jesus Christ, so sensitive," I sigh and lean my head back against the headrest.

"I wouldn't be so sensitive if you weren't such a jerk all the time, Danny!" Val finally turns to face me, a trail of tears streaking down her cheeks.

I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't even yell at her, honestly. Yet, here I am, feeling sorry that she's irrational.

"I don't mean to be a jerk, baby. It's just the way I am, I don't know when I'm hurting your feelings, or anyone else's for that matter," I say softly.

"You can be a jerk to everyone else, I don't care. But you better be nice to me, okay?"

I roll my eyes at the 360 degrees turn her mood just did. You can cry at me or scream at me, doing both is overwhelming and will cause me to leave.

She continued to nag and scold me, so I gazed out of the window to tune her out, narrowing my eyes when I saw someone familiar. Two someone's, actually.

A girl, Audrey Michaels, I had a weird crush on her sophomore year, you know, before she put up the "you're not welcome" banners all over school. I thought she was really pretty at first, and I love a girl with confidence and a carefree attitude. She looked right past me and that was my favorite thing about her.

"Are you listening to me?" Val glares.

I nod in response, "of course, I'm hanging on to every word," I say sarcastically as I continue to stare out of the car.

Audrey is with some guy, typical. I don't know his name because all the rich guys look alike. There's nothing to tell them apart from each other...maybe because they wear their uniforms.