"Lightning! Aaaaaaah!" Thunder and Shinigami screamed as I floored the gas pedal on our 1967' modified Chevrolet Impala Coupe. It was sunset, and I had Blue Oyster Cult's 'Burnin For You' blaring over my Baby's speakers. "And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you!" I sang at the top of my lungs, my hair blowing with wind current. I had my window down, and Creator wouldn't stop complaining it was cold.
"Lightning, please roll your window up?" He whined, hugging himself to keep warm. The song was finishing, so I turned down the stereo as Motorhead's 'White Line Fever' began to play. "Creator, don't be like that. The air feels nice. Just wait until we get to where we're going, mkay?" I said assuringly. Creator rolled his eyes. "By the way…" Began Shinigami, reaching over the Shifter to ruffle my hair. I dodged it. "Where are we going? Nowhere?" She asked skeptically. I sighed. "Don't worry about it. The road is where I want to be, no one stopping and slowing me down. It's an open adventure, with many twists and turns." I said, rather poetically.
"Alright...Just as long as we don't get lost…" Shinigami worried. Thunder giggled. "Shini! Don't be a Worrying Walrus!" She teased. Creator smirked, eloquently placing his headphones over his head. I muttered a small Irish music spell under my breath, and his headphones stopped working. "Sorry man, but driver picks the music. 'Rest of you listen to my music and either chat or shut your cakeholes...take your pick.." I shouted, turning up Baby's stereo again. Creator growled, demon eyes flashing in annoyance, wings threatening to reveal themselves. Through my black sunglasses, my irises flashed red for a moment. "Oh, don't be like that...I WUV YOUUUUU"