Midnight Thieves

Chapter 1

 The windows of the car rolled down, a midnight breeze flowing through the car,  your best friend in the driver's seat, and the highway in front of you. It sounds like a relaxing night, however when the car you are cruising in is stolen and the cops are looking for it,  it may cause it to seem a bit less relaxing. 

  "You know, when my mom said to have fun tonight I think she meant get a pizza or see a movie, not steal a Camaro." I tell my best friend, Blaze. 

  "She's on a date. She's probably doing stuff she isn't supposed to be doing either."

  I shake my head in disgust, pulling a hair tie off of my wrist to tie my hair up in a bun. 

  "What do you want to do after drop off?"

 "We could go get something to eat. I'm starving. "

 "Pizza?" 

 "No. "

 "Drive through?"

 "No."

 "What do you want?" I whine, letting out a sigh and dramatically throwing my head back against the seat. 

 "I don't care, " Blaze smirks. 

 "How about the new bar and grill downtown?" 

 "Oh finally a good idea for once. "  I roll my eyes and punch him in his shoulder. Blaze has been my best friend since middle school, when the bullying wouldn't stop. He hasn't left me alone since. He's like a big brother to me, especially since he can be an ass when he wants to be. 

  We finally reach to garage where we do the drop off. Blaze calls John, the transporter as we like to call him. John's job is to get the car from the drop off location to the super secret lot we can't know about, because they believe that we would snitch even though this is how we get played. We get out of the car as John pulls up. He is usually hiding around a corner when we do a drop off, which always reminds me of how paranoid he is. He wears his hood up and a hat every time we see him, trying to hide his face. 

  I stand back as Blaze walks to John to do the exchange. John gives me the creeps. He passes a paper bag to Blaze, who opens it and looks to make sure it's the right amount. He looks at me and nods his head to the car. Blaze gets into the loaner while John goes to the Camaro. 

  The loaner car smells like stale cigars. I roll down my window, glad that this car will be gone by morning. They always give us the crappy loaner.   Blaze turns on the radio and we are off, going back to where he parked his truck earlier before the boost. I love his truck. My favorite part is his sound system, where you can feel the beat in your chest. When you can truly lose yourself in the music and leave your thoughts behind.