A/N: Hi people! Okay, this is for a special event being held by the Kudley Army, and just for fun I'm not going to mention the main character just yet, here's the story!
He spots it from across the parking lot. It's the newest, the shiniest, the best car in the lot. And it's his.
He glances at his partner in crime, grinning as he pulls the keys smoothly from his pocket and hits unlock. The lights on the car flash and she rolls her eyes, not daring to say anything. She knows how he worships his car and she's not going to say anything that makes him think otherwise. He's easier to deal with when he's in a good mood, and doubting the sheer awesomeness of his car will put him in a bad mood.
They get in and he turns the key in the ignition, his grin growing as he hears the roar of the engine, so smooth and powerful. He kicks it into reverse and backs out of his spot before turning out of the lot and speeding down the road.
He drives a little before the temptation hits him. His fingers dance over the electric window button, hovering, but not pressing. She'll think it's stupid. Because once he opens the window, the wind comes in and he needs his sunglasses to protect his eyes. And then of course he'll need his scarf to match. Really, it's all part of safe driving, he assures himself. And if he's not comfortable he can't drive safely right? The temperature's just a little too high for his taste in the car, and he decides he's uncomfortable. Finally, at a red light, his fingers stop their hovering dance and press firmly on the switch.
She watches in amusement as he rolls the window all the way down then pulls out a pair of dark tinted sunglasses and a matching scarf. Before the light turns green he's got them on and she bites her lip to keep from laughing. The way he put them on, the speed with which he did so, make it obvious that he's done this before. It's a habit.
The light turns green again and he's on the edge of his seat with anticipation. He lets the other cars get ahead and then, WHAM, it's as if his foot and the gas petal have become one. His head's half out the window, the wind's gentle caress like a well-known friend as he tears down the road. The roar of cars as he turns on to the highway assaults his ears and he steps harder on the petal, swerving between lanes to avoid hitting anything.
This is his release, what he looks forward to every day. He feels so free in this new car, like he's untouchable. He feels like he did when he used to cheat, empty and weightless, like all his problems sprouted wings and flew away. He never wants to let it go, never wants to come back to earth where his problems are anchored to the ground and there's no escape. He wants to stay like that forever, weightless and free, but alas…
"Taub!"
He pulls his head inside the car and more color comes into his cheeks than they had begun with. He closes the window and takes off his sunglasses, returning them to their spot.
"Yes" he says calmly, staring at the road in front of him. Thirteen is quiet for a moment, trying her best not to laugh, but she can't help it, he's still wearing the ridiculous scarf. Taub glares at the road ahead, waiting until finally she manages to speak again,
"We're going the wrong way"
A/N: Lol, okay so it was short, but I think I made my point :P Happy Taub day everyone!
-Remy