The End of my Life as I Know it

Chapter 4: Joyride

Above is a photo of Lydia's Maserati. It's kind of looks like platinum mixed with some black. I know that I said that it was black, but I couldn't find a black version of that. But that's what her car looks like. I'll see if I can attach a picture of her Porsche soon!

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I jump away from the window and run towards my closet to change into my black leather leggings with black zip up boots, that almost go to the knee, a hot pink cami, and a half cut black jacket. I always wear something like this whenever I feel like taking one out for a joyride, and right now felt like the perfect time to do exactly that. With one last once-over in the mirror I run out of my closet and close the doors.

I grab my keys and phone from my bag and rush towards the door, but before I could get to it, it swung open. I fall down on my butt in my attempt to avoid getting hit by the door, and look up to the culprit with scowl on my face. In the door stands a laughing Alek, and my temper rises even more. I hate getting laughed at for my clumsiness.

"OW! Hey, I didn't mean to make you fall on your ass, but that was on purpose!" Alek yelled at me for kicking his shin. I don't care that he's somewhat yelling at me, I did care that he was laughing at me, so I put a stop to it.

"Yeah well you should've knocked before coming in. I could have been mid-change for all you knew." I could see cringe a little bit at the thought, but if he came in like 2 minutes earlier that statement could've been a reality. I extend my hand in a way of telling him to help me up, he is already so much taller than me and I don't need to be craning my neck to talk to him. He usually knocks on my door before coming in, so whatever he had to tell must be important to throw that habit to the wind.

"So what was so important that you completely forgot to knock?" I ask with my hands on my hips showing I meant business. He knows my driving patterns and how I dress when I'm about to drive, so he obviously knew what I was just about to head out. He knows to never stand between me and my babies when I'm pissed off and need to blow off steam, so why was he stopping my now?

He took a deep breath before he started talking, almost as if he had to gather his thoughts. He almost never does that. This move must be affecting him more than I thought. He cleared his throat, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I know that you're heading out, and that you're probably pissed that I stopped you and am slowing you down," He paused and I used this moment to my advantage.

"Yeah I am, so get out of my way!" I snap at him and he flinches. I immediately feel bad about it, I never snap at him like that. I mumble my apology and turn my gaze to the ground. He takes a step closer to me and pulls me into a hug in an attempt to make me feel better. I breathe in his comforting scent and hug him back, but I still feel guilty for snapping at him.

"Listen, I know that you're stressed out from this move, we both are. And I know how you relieve that stress and I just wanted to get to you before you left. I know that you're an amazing driver, heck you're probably a better driver than me! But I just wanted to warn you, there are dirt roads, and you're not used to driving on them. You've always driven on paved roads and you have no clue how your car will drive on it. I don't want to see you get hurt because you threw safety to the wind. If you're going to drive on dirt roads, I want you to take it slow and see how you and your car can handle driving on dirt." He looked at me to make sure that I knew just how serious he was being. It's true that I've never driven on dirt roads, and I have no clue how the traction will be for my car. His worry and care for me and my safety, and risking the wrath of getting between me and my driving just to tell me this and warn me brings me to tears. I jump into his arms and give him a death hold of a hug.