The Painter and Toker

My chick Chapter 22

      Hyde followed Addie across the street, her navy dress swinging under her jean jacket, her heeled boots clicked as she walked across the street. Hyde preferred Addie in dresses, not that jeans didn't show off her round bottom. Its just the more clothes she buried herself in, the more she was trying to hide. She seemed free in dresses, more comfortable. She opened the door to the yellow car and sitting in the driver's set. He smiled climbing in, she threw her sketch in the back and backed out of the driveway. She drove with on hand on the stirring wheel, her other buried deep in her hair. She drove painfully slow out of the neighborhood, her fingers tapping on the stirring wheel impatiently. But once out of the area, she hit the gas, and relaxed.

He pressed the center dial on the stereo, and the country music roared through the speakers, Rhinestone Cowboy invading his very being. He jerked back from the radio, covering his ears from the abomination.

Addie threw her head back, laughing, " ohh Ryan."

"make it stop... "

Addie still laughing hit a button on the side of radio, the cassette flying out. The glen Campbell stopping his intrusion on Steven's mind. Addie put her knee on the stirring wheel and leaned down, looking for something under the driver's seat.

"god woman, you're gonna kill us" he grabbed the stirring wheel, and all he could her was her continued laughing,

"Calm down, I've been driving like this since I was 13" she sat back up and swatted his hands off the wheel, only replacing one hand, as the other hand pushed the cassette in. "Barracuda" began.

"you are unfreaking believable" he stared at her, " you could have hit something."

"like what? We are going down a straight road with no traffic, what was I gonna hit?" she shook her head, and started digging in the pockets of her jacket.

She pulled out the cigarette and lighter, she tossed them in my lap, " light me up," he shook his head, " just watch the road, peach."

She rolled her eyes and turned the dial on the radio up as heart ended. He was prepared for Joan Jett, blondie, fleet wood mac to start-up, her fingers impatient on the stirring wheel. He'd gotten the first cig lit when ACDC tore through the speakers. She patted the side of the yellow car to the beat, mouthing the lyrics "dirty deed's; done dirt cheap." She turned to him smiling innocently, then tugged the cigarette out his mouth, and placed it between her lips.

"impatient woman," he muttered as he lit another one. They'd come to a stoplight, and she took a drag, then hung the cigarette out the window. ACDC was pouring out the car windows when another car pulled up beside them. Old man Shinsky rolled down his window and stared into the car, Hyde chuckled, and Addie wink at him then turned up the song. The light turned green, she pressed the gas padel, and they speed off.

He placed his hand on her knee and squeezed, " you are indeed an unbelievable girl."

Addie PV

Addie pushed open the door to the art store. The floors were worn and wooden, the smell of acrylic paint filled the room, easels lined the back wall. She grabbed a plastic basket and beelined for the sketchbooks. Addie heard the familiar thud of Steven's boots behind her, but they turned down a different row. She thumbed through empty sketchbooks, feeling the texture of the paper, flipping them over in her hands. She finally decided on the medium grade bound sketchbook. She walked over to the back wall of canvas, she'd had this image of her father imprinted on her brain, she's been aching to put it down. Still, she needed the right canvas, something with texture. She'd gone through the canvas's on the lower shelf, but they were all too smooth or too small. She stood on the bottom shelf and reached for the canvases on the top-shelf. Her fingers barely touched the canvas's, she gave a sigh of defeat; when she heard steps behind her.