Ellie waited nervously in her living room watching the minutes tick by on the old Grandfather clock. Max was ten minutes late. She really hoped he hadn't forgotten their date...or stood her up.
"Where is he?" she thought out loud.
Her Grandmother was out playing Bingo with some of her friends and planned to be out until at least eleven. Sometimes the Bingo lasted until midnight.
Fifteen minutes late. Seventeen minutes and thirty seconds. Eighteen minutes. Then the door bell rang several times. It had to be Max.
"Hey," she said softly as she opened the door.
"Hey, you look good," he said taking her hand and pulling her out of her house and to the car, "I thought we'd go to this bar in the next town over."
"Sure, um...the mall actually has a good restaurant, too," she said trying to make herself seem open to options, "but I've never eaten at this place."
"Cool," Max said getting into his old car and driving off down the darkening street.
Ellie had so many things to ask him but couldn't find the courage. Why had he left Boston? What was his deal? Just, everything about him she wanted to know.
Max didn't seem to want to talk either so they just drove in silence. Ellie stared out the car window and watched Toronto fly by as they sped along the highway.
"I didn't think you would have your license yet," Ellie said striking up a conversation.
"Kept me back a year when I moved from New York," Max said flatly.
"What's New York like? I've never been there," she said hoping that she would get to learn more about her Dream Guy.
"It's 'k," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"How come you moved?" Ellie asked.
"Dad's company transferred him."
"Who does he work for?" Ellie asked.
Max suddenly slammed down on the breaks as they hit a line of traffic and nearly hit the car in front of them.
"Damn it!" he swore hitting the horn as loud as he could.
"Max, it's a Friday night," Ellie said calmly, "maybe there's an exit we can take."
Max nodded and pulled the car out of the traffic and began speeding down the break down lane. Ellie gripped the leather seat with fear. Either the car would tip over and they would crash or a police officer would catch them.
Luckily, they got off the highway without any trouble. They got to the bar. Ellie stepped out of the car nervously. This area was pretty risky, she wasn't sure if they should be there.
"Max...are we lost?" she asked hoping the answer would be 'yes.'
"Nah, this is the place. Found it a few weeks ago," Max said slamming his car door closed and walking into the bar, called The Rattlesnake.
Inside The Rattlesnake was crowded with bikers with tattoos all over them (Hell's Angels wanna be's, Ellie thought) and scantily clad woman all over them.
"Do you wanna get a table?" Ellie called over the roar of music.
"Sure!" he called back leading her to a table in the corner. It was quieter and secluded from the rest of the bar.
"Can I help you?" a waitress asked chewing her blue gum loudly and snapping it.
"Get us Rattlesnake Sampler and two beers, you decide," he said shooing the waitress away.
"Max, we're...you're...I'm only fifteen. What about IDs?" Ellie hissed quietly.
"Live up a little, Ellie, you're such a Saint," Max laughed as the waitress came over with the drinks.
"It's just..." Ellie sputtered, "I've gotten in enough trouble before."
"Whatever. You can leave if this place is a little too...mature for you," Max said staring at her squarely; "Grandma wants you home by curfew?"
"It's just..."
Max rolled his eyes and took a swing of beer. Ellie picked up her bottle and pretended to take a sip. The smell made her gag and her stomach felt funny.
"Are you gonna hurl?" Max asked sniggering.
"No...it's just...I hafta go!" Ellie said pushing her chair away from the table and rushing out of the bar.
The cold, night air hit against her face as warm tears fell down her cheeks. Where could she go? Ellie couldn't call her Grandmother...
Surprised at her next actions Ellie found herself on the closest payphone with the most unlikely person.
"Could you please come get me...I need your help," Ellie gasped into the phone.
The line went dead as Ellie sat on a fire hydrant and waited for her ride to come.
Attention: Okay, I have been getting some reviews but I won't post chapter six until I get a least fifteen reviews for the five chapters I've written. Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed my story.
"Where is he?" she thought out loud.
Her Grandmother was out playing Bingo with some of her friends and planned to be out until at least eleven. Sometimes the Bingo lasted until midnight.
Fifteen minutes late. Seventeen minutes and thirty seconds. Eighteen minutes. Then the door bell rang several times. It had to be Max.
"Hey," she said softly as she opened the door.
"Hey, you look good," he said taking her hand and pulling her out of her house and to the car, "I thought we'd go to this bar in the next town over."
"Sure, um...the mall actually has a good restaurant, too," she said trying to make herself seem open to options, "but I've never eaten at this place."
"Cool," Max said getting into his old car and driving off down the darkening street.
Ellie had so many things to ask him but couldn't find the courage. Why had he left Boston? What was his deal? Just, everything about him she wanted to know.
Max didn't seem to want to talk either so they just drove in silence. Ellie stared out the car window and watched Toronto fly by as they sped along the highway.
"I didn't think you would have your license yet," Ellie said striking up a conversation.
"Kept me back a year when I moved from New York," Max said flatly.
"What's New York like? I've never been there," she said hoping that she would get to learn more about her Dream Guy.
"It's 'k," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"How come you moved?" Ellie asked.
"Dad's company transferred him."
"Who does he work for?" Ellie asked.
Max suddenly slammed down on the breaks as they hit a line of traffic and nearly hit the car in front of them.
"Damn it!" he swore hitting the horn as loud as he could.
"Max, it's a Friday night," Ellie said calmly, "maybe there's an exit we can take."
Max nodded and pulled the car out of the traffic and began speeding down the break down lane. Ellie gripped the leather seat with fear. Either the car would tip over and they would crash or a police officer would catch them.
Luckily, they got off the highway without any trouble. They got to the bar. Ellie stepped out of the car nervously. This area was pretty risky, she wasn't sure if they should be there.
"Max...are we lost?" she asked hoping the answer would be 'yes.'
"Nah, this is the place. Found it a few weeks ago," Max said slamming his car door closed and walking into the bar, called The Rattlesnake.
Inside The Rattlesnake was crowded with bikers with tattoos all over them (Hell's Angels wanna be's, Ellie thought) and scantily clad woman all over them.
"Do you wanna get a table?" Ellie called over the roar of music.
"Sure!" he called back leading her to a table in the corner. It was quieter and secluded from the rest of the bar.
"Can I help you?" a waitress asked chewing her blue gum loudly and snapping it.
"Get us Rattlesnake Sampler and two beers, you decide," he said shooing the waitress away.
"Max, we're...you're...I'm only fifteen. What about IDs?" Ellie hissed quietly.
"Live up a little, Ellie, you're such a Saint," Max laughed as the waitress came over with the drinks.
"It's just..." Ellie sputtered, "I've gotten in enough trouble before."
"Whatever. You can leave if this place is a little too...mature for you," Max said staring at her squarely; "Grandma wants you home by curfew?"
"It's just..."
Max rolled his eyes and took a swing of beer. Ellie picked up her bottle and pretended to take a sip. The smell made her gag and her stomach felt funny.
"Are you gonna hurl?" Max asked sniggering.
"No...it's just...I hafta go!" Ellie said pushing her chair away from the table and rushing out of the bar.
The cold, night air hit against her face as warm tears fell down her cheeks. Where could she go? Ellie couldn't call her Grandmother...
Surprised at her next actions Ellie found herself on the closest payphone with the most unlikely person.
"Could you please come get me...I need your help," Ellie gasped into the phone.
The line went dead as Ellie sat on a fire hydrant and waited for her ride to come.
Attention: Okay, I have been getting some reviews but I won't post chapter six until I get a least fifteen reviews for the five chapters I've written. Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed my story.