Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Sixteen

The sunset leaves what the sunrise wants to start. The reds mixes to turn into violets. And the oranges wants to begin with scarlet. By early morning, I myself was changing with the colours. I was a blue that an indigo would be jealous of but maybe scared of. A blue that was so sparkling like a diamond that her feelings could be full yet her colour shines.

Then there is HIM.

He is the red to my blue. A purple we both never guess we could be but was. His red shines with fiery and rage along side every remark he gives me the whole night.

We are hidden. No promises we are safe. But we are hidden. We stare at the sunrise as if it would be the last thing we see.

"Twenty nine more days," he huffs out with one puff of smoke, "Twenty nine."

Both of our cheeks are pink by this point that I don't know whether if we are irritated, flustered,  embarrassed, or possibly a mesh of all.

It is going to be a long twenty nine days.

After another inhale from the cigarette he hands it over to me. I inhale and exhale small, "so what is the next step from here then?"

He stays silent for a moment or so. Taking in the sunrise then looks at the ground, "the city near here I told you about."

I remember he said something like that. He pulls away from the beginning of the alleyway and then walks ahead of me a little. He goes looking down at the trash cans and near dumpsters before he pulls out something.

"A hanger?" I ask him and then he pushes me aside. He goes to a car that I know he had to be looking at for a little. Before he usually looks down both ways then goes somewhere. This time he goes straight to the car.

"Yup," he mutters. He pushes the hanger past the slot and then he pulls his upper teeth with his bottom lip in concentration. "These models don't have electric so no alarms. They are a good go and keep going car."

I was right. He has been thinking about this car for a while.

The car unlocks and he moves forward. He pulls the car door open and then gets in sideways, "ever hotwired a car before?"

I blink my eyes and then start to think of something to say that makes me look badass, "i watched it in a movie once."

Wow. Really smooth.

He chuckles, "how cute. I bet you watch my little pony afterwards to make yourself feel pure," he replies and then with a spark he pulls off the cords to the ignition. I am afraid he is about to hurt himself as he puts one cord up to another and sparks them, "the trick is never shake and just go for it."

It takes him one more time and then suddenly the car is burst into life. His eyes light up as he looks over at me, "would you listen to that engine purr?" He asks and then pats the dashboard like he is proud of himself.

"Okay motcho. Let's go before the sun reaches the city fully," I say to him. I go around and he opens the door from the inside. When I get in he points to the seatbelt.

"So now you are worrying?" I look over at him. He takes my hand back and then pulls the seatbelt over me and latches it.

"Trust me, Mads, you want to if you know what I am about to do."

I didn't know what he meant until he speeds down the streets.

"So this city-"

"Cambrai," he interrupts me and takes a sharp left that makes me question if we just kill each other now. Because I am not that smartest but I don't know how we will manage to do this with no jobs.