Jigsaw

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Of course, our free-spirited, rebellious running spree sadly comes to a halt.

Breathing heavily from our sprint, I pull out my phone. "I'm calling an Uber," Chance almost looks sad. I laugh. "We can't wrong all the way home!"

"Why not?" he jokes as I slam down the green buttons. An available car pops onto the screen. I choose him. "I have enough stamina to power a thousand suns."

I roll my eyes. "He'll be here in one minute - nope, thirty seconds. He's pulling up now. Licence plate two seven four D-I-E-T."

"Two seven four 'diet'?" He laughs.

I laugh along with him. "Yeah."

Then a silver Subaru rolls up close to the curb.

"Two seven four... Yep, this is the one," Chance says.

"Alright," I say and we hop into the car, he's on the far right and I'm on the left.

A large Indian man greets us. He taps the phone that's clipped onto the air conditioner vents. He taps it a few times and asks "Twenty two Elephant Drive, yes?" I answer yes and click my belt buckle in.

The car smells kind of odd, like cigarettes, maybe? But it's seems clean besides that. In the pockets behind the car seats are a few bottles of water. Hang on; that's a tissue. A used tissue just lying on the ground. Ew.

The Indian man is named Truman, according to his ID that's hanging from the rearview mirror. Somehow, it really doesn't suit him at all.

"How has you're night been?" Truman asks.

I glance over at Chance, and can't help but chuckle. He does too.

"It's going to get a lot better now, I hope." Chance says, and this time Truman laughs. I can't figure out why, because Chance didn't really say it jokingly.

Wait.

Chance and I, boy and girl. Young. Hopping into a car together, heading to a house. Dressed nicely, like we were on a date. And now we're heading to a house. And apparently, it's going to get a lot better.

Oh.

I don't know why, but this makes me extremely uncomfortable. My cheeks flush bright pink, and I laugh nervously. But the thought doesn't seem to make Chance nervous at all, and just chuckles heartily.

The rest of the car ride is mostly quiet. My mind starts to race as I stare out the window. Maybe this was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have whisked Chance away. His parents are probably going to be really upset. Have I wrecked my mum and June's friendship by doing this?

Unsettling panic rises in my chest. I should turn the car around, shouldn't I? Maybe if I cancel now, Chance's parents won't realise we ever left. No - we've been away for at least twenty minutes. Maybe we can say that we went quickly for ice-cream? I know a place nearby Lancey's that serves gelato's. Twenty minute ice-cream run? Nah. I need something better than that.

And what if we're kidnapped? This is easily the most reckless thing I've ever done. I hardly ever leave my parents side; they worry more than they should.

But if I don't return to my parents, and I don't get Chance back to his family, I'd wreck everything. And I loose everyone.

No. No. Stop. Stop worrying; this is exciting. This is my first move into becoming independent, isn't it? That stupid thing every teenager does at some point when they start to grow up. Even my parents did it; dad hijacked a car with his friends (of course he returned in the next morning) and mums friends helped her sneakily steal a bangle.