Taken By The Bad Boy

37 Tell Me A Story

              <Isaac's POV>

On the way to Pittsburgh, Raleigh and I just sing until our vocal cords hurt and dance until we are out of breath. I mean it's hard in a harness and I'm driving but that doesn't stop the two of us of having fun. We laugh at each other and how we make fools out of ourselves but it's not like either one of us cares. We had eventually found the road and started seeing civilization but we didn't stop our fun even when we were driving through towns and stopping at red lights. We'd sometimes put our windows down so the people next to us could see us acting ridiculous.

"TURN DOWN THAT MUSIC, YOU HOOLIGANS!" An old lady yells out of her small blue Toyota. She was on Raleigh's side so she turned to her and back something I would never forget; "TURN DOWN THAT ATTITUDE, YOU FOSSIL!"

"THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR ELDERS!" The old lady yells back.

"AND THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD! I WILL REMEMBER THIS WHEN I SEE YOU IN THE NURSING HOME!"

"AND I WILL REMEMBER THIS WHEN I SEE YOU AT THE GATE OF HEVEAN!"

"AT LEAST I WON'T BE AT A MUSEUM!"

"AT LEAST I WON'T BE IN HELL, YOU HEATHEN!"

"AT LEAST I-" I hit the gas before Raleigh can finish her insult and roll her window up, locking it.

"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! I WAS ABOUT TO END HER!" Raleigh complains to me, pissed and I smile. She amuses me so much.

      "Trust me, she's close enough to the end." I assure Raleigh, laughing and I hear her mutter something about "not close enough".

      "Are you always so feisty when it comes to old people?" I ask her and she shrugs.

      "I guess I take after my mother when it comes to that. She told me about this one time this salty old woman said some things to her and my dad so she went off. My dad still laughs about it to this day."

"Your mom sounds a lot like you."

"She is. Well according to my dad, she is. He thinks we have the same attitude and the gift of knowing how to handle ourselves. He once told me when I was younger that he knew I was going to be strong, like her. I have her hair but my dad's eyes. My brother is the other way; he has my dad's black hair and hazel eyes like my mom." Raleigh explains, her eyes lightening up when she talks about them.

"I like it when you talk about your family, I know that sounds weird but I do. I enjoy seeing the look on your face. Plus I feel like I get to know you a little bit more through them."

      "That's not weird at all. I'm glad you enjoy it; I enjoy talking about them a lot. They are a very big part of who I am today. All of my family is. All of my friends are as well." 

      "I can tell. Can you tell me some stories, please?" I ask Raleigh and she nods her head, smiling.

"Of course. What kind of stories do you want to hear?"

"Any of your favorites or any you want to share. It doesn't really matter to me. I just like listening to you talk about your family and friends."

"Okay, but I want to hear some stories about you too." Raleigh tells me and I look ahead at the road, my grip on the wheel tightening. It's not her fault that she wants to know more, that's natural. It's not unfair for her to ask to hear some stories too. But what am I supposed to tell her? What stories am I supposed to share? All of them are sad and dark.

Well except the ones about the only girl I ever loved, which I shouldn't talk about because I wouldn't want her to talk about whatshisface...oh Liam! Talking about our lovers that we lost isn't exactly a happy topic for either of us. But I'm further along in the grieving stage than she is, I can tell but I can also tell that she's getting there. So where does that leave me? Um...with none? Huh. Well I guess I could talk about my friends. Yeah, that'll work.