Hey, I'm not too dead! So I guess I'm writing another Lietpol fic, there isn't really much to say, I guess...

"You know, you're lucky that I'm doing this."

A blonde girl sat in the passenger seat of Toris's car playing with her hair. He usually didn't pick up hitch-hikers, but she seemed… Trustworthy enough, at least. Everyone else was shady and dirty-looking.

"I understand that. Thanks." She was dressed in a pink button up and ripped jeans. She was somewhat boy-ish, which Toris couldn't decide if he liked or not. It reminded him quite a bit of Natalia, his current partner – and hopefully, future fiancé.

"You said you needed to get to highway 59, correct?" It was an awkward car ride, maybe if he striked up a conversation it would ease the tension? Plus he forgot where he was going.

"Yup. That's where I got to go." She gave him a warming smile which he returned. He still didn't completely trust her, but she seemed nice enough.

"Hey, like, what's your name?" She twisted sideways to look at him. "I like, forgot to ask."

Oh god. This isn't the kind of question you just tell a stranger… but he wasn't prepared for this. The first name that came to mind-

"Natailia- Dah! No, Ivan. I'm Ivan. Sorry." Natalia's brother. That works.

"Who's Natalia?" She seemed saddened, almost offended by the mention of this girl's name. Her face portrayed a slight sense of worry.

"She's a friend-"

"Are you dating this girl?" Toris was appalled be how she spoke. She sounded almost angry, as though he was dating her and cheating with another woman.

"Why do you care? Why am I even telling you? I'm just driving you downtown, you don't even need to know anything."

"So you're totally dating her."

"Let up., it doesn't even matter!" Toris's patience was wearing thin. He knew he was overreacting, but it had been a day full of event, mostly at work.

"You can tell me. Also-"

"I don't have to drive you anywhere, you know. I could kick you out of my car right now."

"Go ahead. You just passed my home."

"Your home?" Toris pulled the car over, and the girl crawled out and adjusted her skirt. "What home? I mean, we didn't pass any houses, there's not really anything on this little highway."

"Thanks for the ride, Ivan. It saved me like, so muck time and so much trouble."

"Wait, where are you going?" Toris crawled across the dashboard of his car to grab her arm as she began to walk off.

"I told you, home."

"There aren't any houses within walking distance. We aren't even in near town yet!"

"You don' need a house to have a home, Ivan. Silly!" Toris store at the woman, a bit boggled. She sighed and yanked her arm away. "Do you want to see where I live? You seem confused."

"No, it's just… You don't look like you're homeless. You seem healthy, and you're very pretty."

"Thank you, sir." She dipper her head and giggled. "Yah, I don't always look too good. But when times are hard, I always spring back up. Kind of like a phoenix."

"Well, thanks again, Ivan." She began to walk away towards the bridge that was just passed. Luckily the highway wasn't busy, or she would have been hit, walking in the middle of the road like she was.

"Wait! Hey!"

She turned around. "Hay is for ponies."

"You're just gonna leave?"

"Yah. Why?"

"What's your name?" Toris got out of his car and took a few steps toward her. "I mean, I told you mine, isn't it only fair I knew yours?"

"Oh, yah, I guess so. My name's Feliks."

Toris could only hope that his face didn't portray the emotions he felt, he'd be quite embarrassed. "Feliks is a…"

"Feliks is a… what?" She looked at him with an annoyed, almost angry expression.

"Feliks is a b… a boy's name, isn't it?"

She stomped a foot, crossed her arms and opened her mouth angrily. "Ah! Yes, it is! Did you really think I was a girl, you jackass?!"

"Well- No, yes! No! No! I just-"

"Dude, I'm a dude, too!" And to think you were different!"

"No! That's not what I meant!" Feliks was already marching away, talking and cursing to himself. "Sorry…" Toris whispered to himself and climbed back into the driver seat. Time to go home; here's a story for his roommates.

Ah, another fic where Feliks is mistook for a girl. As if there aren't enough of those going around. Sorry, I'm a bit uncreative. :I I'm sorry. R&R, I guess. I promise the next chapter won't be boring. I swear. :I