Rating: K
Summary: Takeshi needs a lift, in more ways than one.
Disclaimer: I own not the characters here.
The Last Mile to Home
"Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds."- Franklin D. Roosevelt
The world hated him.
There was no other explanation. Why else would he be stuck on the side of the road with no fuel and the nearest gas station a few miles away–certainly not within reasonable walking distance.
Mumbling obscenities to the world at large, Takeshi unbuckled himself and got out of the car. Moving around to the hood, he lay back and gazed up at the stars.
'At least the sky is clear here.'
A small consolation at best. He had been on vacation during the off season and run into a friend from elementary school. They had gone out to eat while they caught up on their lives, but she had received an urgent call and had to cut their meal short. She had apologized profusely though, and even left money to cover her part of the meal.
With a groan at the turn of events that had caused the situation, Takeshi closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Before long, he drifted asleep.
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"Takeshi?"
"Hn?" A half-asleep grunt answered.
"Takeshi. Wake up." The voice pressed.
One eye lazily opened. Hovering above him was the face of Amy, his teammate.
Both eyelids flew open as he scrambled to get away from the unexpected wake up call. Unfortunately, the car's hood was only so wide. That, and its being angled, made it a less than ideal place for hasty movement. Takeshi quickly ran out of supporting hood to brace himself with and landed with his legs still propped on the car while his back lay on the ground.
"Takeshi!"
The shout was followed by Amy's sudden appearance from the other side of the car.
"Owowowow," Takeshi groaned, straightening himself. "What are you doing here, Amy?" he asked, holding his head as if it would roll off his shoulders.
"Wondering what you're doing here," she answered, leaning against Takeshi's car. "Besides taking a nap," she grinned.
Takeshi stood up and shrugged, subconsciously brushing off his back. "Ran out of gas," he said, turning his attention skyward
"Ah." She gave him a knowing smile. "Need a ride?" she asked, simultaneously pushing off his car and holding up her own keys.
"Yeah."
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"So how did you manage to run out of gas way out here?" Amy asked as they worked their way back towards IGPX City.
"I was out on vacation this weekend and forgot to fill the tank before I started back." Takeshi answered, watching the scenery fly by.
"Why didn't you call anyone?" she questioned, glancing at him.
"Left my cell at home, I didn't really want any interruptions."
"Ah."
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"Here you go," Amy said as she pulled into Takeshi's driveway.
Takeshi voiced his thanks and got out of the car. He turned towards his house but his progress was interrupted by a pair of arms that had materialized around him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a mess of brown hair.
Amy's grinned up at him. "Welcome back."
So maybe it wasn't the entire world that hated him.
AN: Finally, I meant to get a story in this genre first but those in charge of the creativity section in my brain don't always listen to what I want. This was inspired by a song by Brad Paisley and the author formerly known as Twilightwing, who was a major factor in the emergence of my writing, so thanks to her. So my question is, were my mom and Twilightwing right in that I should write?
Bonus points if you can guess the song.