Don't Play With Fire

Chapter Ten

I leaned against the hood of the car, listening to the birds chirp as I waited for Flower to come out of her apartment. I had the perfect idea for this date and I just hope she liked it too.

When I heard the door open, I looked up and saw her walking out as she fiddled with her keys, locking the door. But when she turned around, she froze.

"So," I started, lifting off of the hood. "My car is running hot which left me to this old thing from my dad." When I reached her, I lifted my hand and she slowly took it, her eyes still on the car. "He made me promise to take care of it and I told him I had a car expert and not to worry." I pulled the passenger door open and she slid in. "I hope you don't mind?"

I rounded the car and climbed into the drivers seat before looking over, smiling when I saw her running her fingers over literally everything. "This is split leather." She said and turned to look at me. "Split leather didn't come in these cars- was this car restored or unholstered?"

"Uh.." I shrugged and she smacked her lips. "I dunno."

"Oh you're hopeless." She mumbled and I scoffed playfully before starting the car and pulling off. "It's just so beautiful." She spun around and her head went out of view as she leaned over to look at the backseats, then a very moan like sound left her lips.

"What are you doing back there, Flower?" I questioned with a smirk. "Sounds like you're making love to the car."

She quickly plotted back in the seat and gave me a coy grin. "You're next." She responded with a wink before sinking down in the seat, her hand resting out of the car. Well... okay then. "So, what are we doing?"

"I was thinking that it wouldn't be the best idea to hang out in the open in Jersey for a while." She nodded in understanding. "So, we're taking a little road trip north." She continued to stare at me. "How does a little taste of the big apple sound?"

Her eyes shot open and she nodded quickly. "Oh my, God. I've always wanted to go to New York."

"You've never been to New York?" She shook her head. "And you've lived in Jersey all your life?"

"Yup." I shook my head in astonishment. "Actually, I take that back. I spent about two hours in Brooklyn to get some molly." I blinked slowly before looking over to see her nodding. "Yeah.. but I was also high when I was out there so, I only remember eating a burrito."

"Wow okay, so, let's be sober this time." I said and she giggled before nodding.

"How about you? How many times have you seen New York?"

I exhaled heavily. "Everyday of my life until I turned thirteen. I was in the system with my brother so we were bounced around a lot." She nodded, turning to face me. "I always make fun of New Yorkers but it's like my second home. It's just too fucking busy sometimes. I like my space, you know?"

"Yeah, me too." She laid her head on the seat, still staring at me. "You've got really pretty eyes."

I looked over at her and laughed softly, then brought my eyes back to the road. "Thank you?"

"No I mean, yours are still alive." My eyebrows furrowed at her wording but she didn't leave me confused for much longer. "Sometimes doing what we do and living where we live, the spark in ones eyes become dull and dead. Yours aren't.. and I hope they never are because they're really pretty." She patted my thigh before turning back around and looking out of the car.

It was times like this where I knew that Flower was deeper than she let on. On the surface, she could be this fun, spontaneous, energetic, and impulsive person but I knew there was more to her. I wasn't sure when I would get all of her, but it was fun seeing her peel back layer by layer.