Heartless

-Short Story-
"So where should we go?" She asked tapping her fingers on the truck door.

"I was just going to go home," I told her truthfully.

She laughed, holding her stomach. Her blonde hair bounce up and down. She looked at me with her eye brows raised.

"I have a better idea, why don't we just drive? See how far we go? Where ever we run out of gas, we stay and do something until tomorrow morning."

She was good at being bad. The kind of kid your parents warned you about. The one who was dangerous, but so was I.