~Saturday, September 1st,1984~
{ Billy's POV }
Taking a deep inhale of my cigarette and letting it slowly expel from my mouth before stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray, I saunter out the front door to get in my car that's when I saw a moving truck.
"What the shit?" I mutter, stopping mid stride.
I guess some poor miserable fuck finally moved in next door.
Then I noticed the black, sleek beauty parked right next to the curb.
God damn, looks even better in black. I thought with appreciative eyes.
Looking back and forth between my Camaro and the other one, I start taking mental notes on what exactly is different between the two.
Other than the color difference, I noticed the leather trim around the seats stitching was a dark red.
"Gorgeous.." I mutter with wide, mesmerized eyes.
One last difference I noticed on the inside was the 2 letter initials that looked embroidered all the way to the right side of the passengers dashboard.
"S.R...?" I say out loud.
And lastly the final difference being the Oregon license plate. My eyes flick over the whole car again, throughly impressed with it.
Coming to the realization that I've been standing here like a dumb ass far too long I start walking to my car again.
Getting in, closing the door and starting the engine, I take another glance over at the other house. Trying to take a guess on who the new neighbor was.
Most of them were just with a moving company I'm assuming. All wearing the same polo shirt. Except one in a red plaid flannel and black jeans.
He was a man, about my dads age I'm guessing.
Definitely doesn't look like someone who would own such a car.
He looked more like the owner of the GMC truck parked in front of the black Camaro. Although I guess they could both be his.
Snapping back to reality again, I look down at my wrist to read the time and realize I'm 15 minutes late to my date.
"Shit." I mutter, putting the cars gear into drive and pulling away from the curb to start speeding down the road.
The girl won't give a shit anyway. One little smirk and a wink will have her forgiving and forgetting I was late anyway.
I spent the rest of my ride to my dates house blaring Metallica and trying to remember the girls name.
"Shit, what is her name?" I thought.
"Denise?...Danny?...fuck..." I mutter.
What the fuck is her name? Racking my brain for an answer, it came up empty.
Only remembering how I saw her talking with the other girls that sit and watch us all play basketball during gym. After the game finished I walked over to the group and struck up conversation with all of them out of pure intentions of just trying to get my dick wet for the weekend. Flirting and watching every girls face blush, That's when I decided on the one girl who's face turned the brightest red to take out which really just meant to hurry back to my place and fuck her into my mattress and call it a night. Just to completely forget about her existence the second I've kicked her out of the house.
That's how every date went. So with that I came to the conclusion that her name doesn't even matter. None of the names ever mattered.
As the song "Seek and Destroy" started to play though the speakers, i heard the second sound of a car coming up fast behind me.
Realizing the familiar sound that until now only his car made, he looked in the review mirror and watched the same black Camaro from his neighbors driveway come up behind him at a speed that only he would dare to make. He was pushing 85mph on a 55mph road.
What really surprised him though was the driver. Not that he could really make out the person but it definitely wasn't the man in plaid.
Only thing he could make out from the review mirror was long dark brown wavy hair before the black Camaro swerved on to the opposite side of the road. Which quickly sped past him, at least going 95mph now to cut right back on to the right side of the road again and leaving me and my car in its wake.
"Holy fuck, that was a girl!" I yelled to myself, wide eyed and clearly surprised.
So I have neighbor(s) and the owner of the black beautiful car was not that man but a girl.
A fucking girl. Who drives like a bat out of hell.
Oh do I have questions now. Lots and lots of questions. I didn't get a real look at her so I couldn't really place her in any category in my head yet. For all I know she could be that man's wife or she could be even older then that and be his mother. Not that I really thought the elderly would be driving that beast of a car anyway. But that's how little he saw and knew.
With a shake of his head, he turned onto random date girls street and made his way to the address she gave him that Friday.
Pushing all previous thoughts of Camaro girl out of his head, he pulled up to rando girls house and parked.
Turning his charm on instantly. A smirk slid on to his face as he started honking his horn to let her know he was here.