A/N- I was thinking about stealing a golf cart. That says everything.
"Hey Fi." I said looking up from the paper in my hand as Fiona walked in, then looking back down. I pondered for a moment the reason for her being here so late, it was almost eleven at night, but quickly decided that she would answer all of my questions in due time.
"Michael, what are you doing tonight?" Fiona demanded, taking a bite of the yogurt I had on the table next to me.
"No plans. Why did you have something in mind?" I asked, suspious.
"Maybe." She answered in that way of hers that always made me want to kiss her. I put my hands on her shoulders, believing I knew what she wanted and surprised when she slipped away. I watched Fiona's movements as she gently stalked back toward the door.
"Have you ever gone golfing in the dark, Michael?" She asked, her eyes sparkling dangerously. I shook my head no and followed Fi to the Charger. She slipped into the driver's side and handed me a blindfold, which I put on good-naturedly. I heard the car rev and felt Fiona rushing through the streets of Miami, making sharp turns and not stopping once.
I carefully peaked out from under the cloth when we finally slowed. We were on perfectly manicured grass, in front of us was a large, ugly tanish building with a line of garage-style doors on out side.
"Uh, Fi?" I siad, puzzled. She looked at me.
"It where they keep the golf cart. Come on." I followed her to one of the doors and watched as she picked the simple lock.
"Where in." She said, grinning and sprinting to a parked cart. I smiled involantarily as Fiona pulled out a fist-full of wires to hot-wire the cart. At least her skills are being put to good use. The golf cart started with a load roar, before the sound dimmed to a dull hum. I went to get my own ride, as Fiona gunned the engine. We pulled pack out under the moon, side by side.
"First one to the nine-th hole gets the blueberry yogurt." Fiona decided, pulling a container of yogurt out of her bag.
"You're on." I raced away. We were neck and neck until I spun in front of Fi, effectivly stopping the race. I quickly grabbed the yogurt out of her hand, and slurped a bite.
"Hey!" Fi scolded me, annoyed.
"I want that back!" I opened my mouth.
"Come and take it then." And she did.