A/N: Ok, so I really, REALLY, wanted to write this for a long time. But I'm doing it on a different account so none of my friends can laugh at me. :P
Anyways, here goes!
(My cousin "owns" my OC, it's her name. But I made up everything else. :D)
~ Oncie's Sweetheart (hate the name Oncie...)
It all started with the apocalypse. Not. But something close to it. My heart pounding, blood rushing to my head, footsteps echoing on the pavement. As I ran. As fast as I could, to get away from the wreckage that surrounded me, the screams that echoed in my ears, the tears I shed when I learned that my sister- my only family- was gone.
I ran to my car, a beat-up, used, lime green old Volkswagen Beetle. I dove in, started the ignition and started driving, not really caring where I ended up. I drove for about three days, only stopping for food. Turns out that was a mistake. My car broke down on a little street on the way to some little town whose name I couldn't make out. I salvaged everything I could from the Beetle and started walking.
A few hours later, I started to get thirsty and my legs were hurting. I searched through all my stuff and found that I had forgotten to bring water. Idiot! I scolded myself. I looked around the green hill studded wih dandelions and decided someone had to come by in the next three days. If they didn't well, this didn't look like a bad place to die anyways. I tied up my dark, curly hair and laid down in the grass, the sun beating down mercilessly on me.
It seemed like only five minutes later I woke up to see a mule staring me in the face.
"What the-" I shouted, sitting up. Looking past the mule (who didn't like being ignored), I saw a cloth-covered wagon. Cloth-covered wagon? Did I travel back in time or something? Oh, wait. I'm probably either dead or dreaming. I decided to go back to "sleep", figuring it was just a dream.
Apparently the universe didn't want me to sleep that day. Because no sooner had I closed my eyes than something started shaking me.
"Go AWAY you stupid mule!" I mumbled.
"What?"
I got up so fast you would have thought somebody shot me.
"Woah!" the voice from before came, and then I heard a thud. Rubbing my eyes and then opening them properly, I saw before me not a mule and wagon, but a boy in a gray fedora, sprawled on the grass.
If there's a boy and a mule, there HAS to be water, right?
I reached out a hand to help the boy up.
"You have any water?" I asked.
"Um... yes."
"Hand it over." I ordered.
"And why should I do that?" he asked, in a slightly amused tone.
"Because I'm dying of thirst, and I swear if you don't give it to me, I'll take it by force." I yelled.
I guess he thought that was a good enough reason, because he reached into the wagon and tossed me a bottle.
"So, where were you headed?" he asked, in an attempt to start a conversation.
"What makes you think I was going anywhere?" I said, gulping down half the bottle.
"Well, you were kind of sleeping on a hill with all your stuff around you, and judging from what you've packed, you were planning to go somewhere- and far away." he said.
"And what exactly have I packed that brings you to this conclusion O Great Einstein?"
"Well, the food you have, for one. It's all packaged, so that means wherever you're going is too far away for you to bring fresh stuff. And the clothes. You have all kinds of clothes, so you're prepared for all kinds of weather which means the forecast won't help you. And-"
"Okay, Okay, I get it. And I don't know where I'm going, okay? What about you?"
He looked confused at this, but then shrugged.
"I'm looking for somewhere to make my invention."
"So basically you have no idea where you're going either."
"Maybe..."
"Mh hmm,"
"Well..."
"Admit it."
"I'm not going to," he said.
"And why not?" I asked. "Is it because it means I'm right? Because I'm always right, you know."
"Sure, sure whatever. Anyways, is the water all you wanted? Because I'm going to need to hurry up if I'm going to go anywhere."
"What's the rush? It's practically dark anyways!"
He gave me a look. "It's noon."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. But I want to sleep."
"You'll probably die of thirst."
"So? Not like you care."
By now I'd figured that I might as well hitch a ride. So I tried to make him feel bad.
He sighed.
"What do you think Melvin?"
I tossed the mule my only apple. He brayed. Rule of Life #1: Want animals attention=give food.
The boy sighed. Again. "Get in."
Figuring I wasn't going to get a better seat even if I asked, I gathered up all my stuff, put it in the wagon, and hopped in. "Set sail captain!" I said. The boy mumbled something under his breath.
"Didn't catch that, sorry," I said sweetly with a smile.
"Nothing."
After a while I got used to the jerky movements of the wagon and the boy's constant singing and managed to fall asleep. Finally.
I woke up, fully rested to find the driver asleep.
"Guess it's just you and me, Melvin," I said to the mule, and tossed him a cracker. Opening the rest of my package of Ritz and a wedge of firm-packed cheese, Melvin and I had a good snack. Realizing this was a good chance to see exactly what my host looked like, I leaned over the front and looked at the driver's seat. He had jet black hair, same color as mine, but unlike my bouncy curls, his straight locks lay flat and smooth on his head. He had bangs, and on the whole, I could admit that he did look a little cute. Not that I would tell him that. He was easily taller than me with extremely long legs and arms. Looking closer, his guitar looked exactly like the one my friend had given me for my birthday. It even had the little 'R' carved right at the base of the neck-
"HEY!"
Immediately, he woke up, his eyes- they were bright blue- widened in shock. They darted around from side to side in a quick, scared motion, it was almost funny to watch. Then his gaze landed on me, my furious expression, and then finally down to the guitar in his hands. From the look on his face, I could tell that he knew it was mine.
"I-I-I can explain."
Oh, so he stuttered when he was scared. How cute. (Note my sarcasm.)
"No, there's nothing to explain. Did you, or did you not steal my guitar?"
"Well I did , but-"
"No buts. Hand it over."
After recieving the guitar, I tried to think of what to do. Then I remembered the secret stash of marshmallows I had found while he was asleep. I had eaten some, (What? I was hungry!) and then sneakily repackaged the whole thing so he wouldn't notice the difference. I headed in that corner now.
I saw his eyes slowly get bigger and bigger until I thought they would pop out of his head as he realized where I was going.
"NO! NOT THE MARSHMALLOWS!" he screamed, then clapped a hand over his mouth.
I raised an eyebrow. (Or tried to anyways)
"You talking about-" my hand plunged into the clutter and grasped the bag. "-this?" I pulled out the bag I had resealed earlier. In front of him I deftly opened it, ate a handful of marshmallows, and resealed and stuffed the rest of the bag in my backpack.
"NO!"
"Well, I'll be going- YOU HAVE A VIOLA?"
"Why?" he asked, arms crossed, trying to look calm.
"Tell me or I keep the rest of the marshmallows."
This was enough to get the information out of him.
"Y-yes. And it works. Why?"
"No reason. I think I'll be going now," I said, and with a wink I jumped off the moving wagon and ran into the surrounding foliage. The last thing I heard was a scream, that vaguely sounded like "Marshmallows".
I smiled to myself as I started to run, gaining a head start if he decided to follow me.