See part one for disclaimers and all that. I really do torture people with my singing. Heh.
One downside to riding in a car with Lisa was that she liked to sing along with the radio. Tommy was used to that, as well, and it was better to let her go on instead of stopping her, because Lisa singing was better than Lisa complaining. Still, forty minutes of this may drive him crazy.
"Short trip," she said in between verses, grinning.
He chuckled. "I'm crazy?"
Still smiling, she said, "You'd have to be to date me."
Tommy laughed and shook his head. It was one of their games to teach each other like that. It made their relationship fun.
When a song not worthy of a sing-along started to play, Lisa leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms.
He smiled. "I take it you're finally awake enough to look forward to seeing everyone again?"
"Yup!" she replied. "Thanks, Tommy."
She was talking about him agreeing to take the trip. He said, "No problem. They're my friends, too. And, hey, anything for you."
Lisa sighed, content. "Be great to see Jesse again," she said in a rather wistful voice. Then she cleared her throat and, as an afterthought, she added, "And Mark and Steve, of course."
Tommy just smiled. He wasn't jealous. He knew the list of Lisa's guys was just about endless (though Jesse hadn't become a guy just yet), and she loved them all equally and the same. There was no reason at all to be jealous. He just put his hand on her leg and squeezed gently.
"You know," she mused, "it's a pity we won't be hearing our song on the radio yet."
"Well," he replied, "when you first hear it in the future…" He let the sentence hang.
One of Lisa's powers was time travel.
"Why do you think I bought the single?" She reached into the bag at her feet and dug through it, finally pulling out a CD. Pausing to look at it, she muttered, "Why didn't this guy win?"
The singer was a man from North Carolina by the name of Clay Aiken. The song was entitled "This Is the Night". However, no one has heard of him yet, because his debut appearance had been on the second season of a television show whose first had just aired last Monday: American Idol, a show that lets the viewing public vote for the next American pop star. Clay, unfortunately, hadn't won.
Lisa had never seen the show, bug she'd heard the song on the radio and fell in love with it. As an added bonus, Clay was one good-looking fellow. His picture was on the CD case. She'd filed away the song and it became hers and Tommy's.
She popped the CD into the car's player and let it play. Of course, she sang along and Tommy slipped one hand into hers. Lisa smiled and squeezed his hand. This trip was going to be great.
How little she knew.
End part three.