The Fight Between Two

Chapter 20

Once I get home, I drive into the 12-car garage, getting out of the SUV. I throw the keys onto a toolbox, and I rush inside. Right when I get inside, I go to my room and change my bloodied clothes.

Once I'm done freshening up, I walk downstairs to grab some food. Daniel comes walking in the kitchen, looking like he's rushing to get something done.

He looks startled when he sees me sitting there, eating some Oreos. A crumb drops out of my mouth, making me cup my mouth embarrassingly.

He visibly relaxes, and comes over to me, hugging me. I hug him back, and start choking in a piece of an Oreo.

He laughs, hitting my back, making me cough. He gets me a cup of water, and I chug it down.

"I was about to go to the hospital to be your support, but I see I had to be your support from choking on Oreos." He chuckles, smiling widely.

I hit him in the stomach playfully, and he puts his hands up in surrender, taking a step back.

"Whoa whoa there princess. I don't wanna be next." He says jokingly, and I grab his arm, pulling him towards me. I peck him on the lips, and he tries grabbing me by arms to keep me right there, but I lightly push him back, laughing lightly.

"Why are you laughing now?" He pouts, giving me a glare. I get out of the chair, skipping to the garage. He follows after me like a lost puppy.

I pick up the keys to a red and black 1969 Plymouth RoadRunner, and I go over to the beautiful muscle car. Daniel stops me before I can even touch it.

"That car is more expensive than your allowance." He says lowly, and I shrug.

"My allowance is pretty shitty, so I won't disagree with that." I shrug his arm off, and I unlock the beast.

I slide into it, putting the key in the ignition. It roars to life, the newly installed engine revving smoothly. He slaps his hand onto his forehead, shaking his head. I laugh loudly, hitting his hand on his forehead, making it slap him even harder in the forehead. He looks at me with an evil glint in his eye, and he goes down, picking up one of my legs that were outside the car, and trying to drag me out of the car. 

I tightly grip the steering wheel, and he chuckles, taking one of his hands off my leg, reaching up to me, tickling my side. I start laughing, losing my grip just a little bit. 

He groans, letting go of me after a minute of me crying with laughter. I set my legs into the car, and he hops into the passenger side of the car. I close my door along with him, and put the car in reverse. I back out of the garage and driveway, finally closing the garage door. 

"I forgot to ask where we're going like a dumb ass. God, I could be getting killed  in the next few minutes." He emphasizes 'killed' like the dork he is. 

"Aw, it's gonna be okay Dani. You might get your ego hurt, but you won't be getting killed anytime soon." I chuckle lightly, and he glared at me hard when I called him that nickname. 

"Don't call me that, Princess." He hisses, and my eyes widen to the size of saucers. Whoa, he's never used that tone with me. 

Maybe somebody back then called him that and he hated it. 

"Damn, okay.." I drag off slowly, and he sits up, coming out of his trance. 

He looks over at me with guilt and pain. I continue driving without speaking a word. He'll speak when he wants to talk to me. After about twenty minutes, we reach the designated dirt road with no asphalt. 

Well I guess no burn-outs...

I park beside a group of Shelby GT 500's and some newer Aston Martin's. Some guys whistle at the car, and some even at me. Girls look like they're drooling, either at the car, or at Daniel.