Crash 》Hemmings

Chapter Eight

{1 year ago}

Come home Pax

We miss you

Running from your problems isn't going to solve anything

I slammed my hands against my steering wheel as the tears streamed down my face. My mind was constantly being bombarded with my family and friends words.

Paxton please, you're my best friend

Best friends don't do this to each other

I sniffled and wiped the tears away. It was too late to turn back now. And even if I wanted to, I had no clue how to get home. But home would never be the same.

It was pretty late, according to my phone nearly midnight. The traffic was light, even in this city. This was one of the bigger ones that I drove through. I kind of liked it.

I was paying more attention to my surroundings than the road in front of me. This place was pretty. As I drove a little farther the neon lights and people became less, this must of been the crappy side of town.

My car started to go slower.

"Come on," I muttered pressing down on the accelerator. Nothing. Pretty soon it stopped altogether.

"Fuck," I muttered leaning against my seat. Out of gas. I dug around the entire car and only found five bucks. That wasn't going to do anything. Looks like I was spending the night here.

I looked around some more. It was pretty dark over here. A few bars and people were around. I would of much rather ran out of gas like five minutes ago.

I grabbed my blanket from the backseat and wrapped it tightly around me after I locked the doors. I was definitely a little scared to spend the night here.

*

A knocking on my window woke me up from a deep sleep. I jumped, sitting upright. My heart rate picked up instantly. The person knocked on my window again.

I slowly rolled it down, completely terrified. The person was a guy, he had to be around my age. His hair was a bright pink, and I had a hard time focusing on anything but that.

"Is there any reason why you're sleeping in a car in the dangerous part of town?" He asked.

"Uhh.." I said tearing my eyes away from his hair and down to his face. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"I ran out of gas," I said lamely.

"There's a gas station not far from here you know," he told me.

I crossed my arms, not very fond of his tone. "I don't have any more money."

"Really?"

I rolled my eyes. "I have like five bucks. But that isn't going to do much now, is it?"

He glared at me now. I wished this dude would just leave. He wasn't helping me any.

"Well you shouldn't be in this part of town."

"Why?"

"Uh because you're a girl."

"I can take care of myself," I snapped at him.

"Is that why you're living in your car?"

*

I learned that the dude's name was Michael. After a lot more yelling between us he finally convinced me to go with him. I argued that I didn't know him and maybe he was a serial killer. Michael responded by saying if he was he wouldn't of dyed his hair such an obvious color.

"What about my car and stuff?" I asked climbing into the passenger seat. It was nice to not drive for a change.

"We can get it tomorrow."

My eyes went wide as he drove away. "Where the hell are you taking me?!"

"To get food!" He snapped. "Jesus Christ calm down."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What about after that?"

"Don't you want somewhere more comfy than a car to sleep in? I mean, if you have anything you're scared will get stolen I can take you back there after we eat. But trust me, it should be good."

*

"Damn girl," Michael said as I scarfed down my food. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Decent food?" I asked. "I couldn't tell you."

Michael and I talked some more as a waitress brought us cup after cup of coffee. I was aware of Michael watching me drink mine black, but he kept his comments to himself.

"What's with your hair dude?" I finally asked. I felt like I waited long enough.

He chuckled and ran his hand through it. "One day, a long time ago, I decided to dye my hair. Ever since I was hooked."

I nodded, not sure how to respond. I never dyed my hair before.

"I never got your name,"Michael said.

I set my coffee cup down, knowing this would come up sooner or later. "Crash."

"Crash?" He asked me. I nodded. "Okay, there's no way that can be your actual name."

"It's not."

"Then what is it?"

I smirked at him. "Now why would I tell you that Michael? I don't even know you."

"No," he agreed. "But I did pick up your sorry ass."

I shook my head. "My lips are sealed."

*

"Why were you roaming the streets that late at night?" I asked as Michael opened the door to his apartment. It wasn't much, but definitely better than my car.

"I was working," he said. "I work at the gas station nearby."

I nodded before sitting down on the couch. I ran my hand over it, thinking about the couch at my old house. I helped pick it out. I shuddered, pushing that thought aside.

"Hey," I asked as Michael was about to head to his room for the night. "Where am I exactly?"

He chuckled. "You seriously don't know?" I shook my head.

"Well then," he said. "Welcome to California, Crash."

I was then left alone in Michael's living room. California? Did I really drive all the way across the country?

"Whoa," I muttered to myself as I laid down. I was exhausted.

I wanted a new life, and it looks like I got it.

A/N: whale, now you guys know how Crash and Michael became friends!

I kinda like the flashback chapters, idk about you guys..

Someone commented on one of the chapters talking about Luke and Crash and saying how they were the best fucked up couple. I kinda like that, what about you guys??