My Old Toyota Corolla
Chapter Three:
(Parkers POV)
I couldn't believe what I was doing. A second ago I was in school with my mothers teachings from my childhood, and now I was fastening my seatbelt and gripping the edges of the car seat waiting to pull out into my doom. My eyes seared themselves together as the engine suddenly erupted, only opening a tad bit afterward to see Rainey looking at me with amusement. My cheeks flushed. I was embarrassed to tell you the truth, me acting so scared over a silly drive like this.
He swerved the car around so we were now facing the entrance to his abode, only in the opposite direction. I was still fidgeting slightly, which was calming my nerves for the first feet we traveled or so, and then it was back to me and my sweaty hands. I would like to say I enjoyed every moment I had with the famous writer, but that would be lying.
It didn't take very long (certainly shorter then the time my walk took) before we were head on with my trashed car sitting on the side of the rode. With no one behind it, banging the crap out of it, it added the sense of a junk yard when we drove by. Why did I drive that thing for so long? God, I didn't realize how much that car had embarrassed me over our outings together.
"So that's the infamous Corolla that had awoken me from my nap?" Came the remark of Rainey who only took a glance at the deformed sight. I nodded my head turning around to watch the distance between us grow with every second.
"I wish I would have gotten another car." I blurted out.
"Yeah, I had a car that I had to push out off of a cliff. Let me say that it wasn't fun watching your transportation cascade into the depths of water." He chuckled a bit.
"It must have not worked very well?"
"No, it just didn't suit my needs and I thought it would be interesting to shove such a thing and see what kind of wave it would make." His voice had faltered only a bit, but I made no notion of why. I assumed he probably missed his ride, and shared special drives with it. Sad how people love their cars so dearly.
"This has comfortable seats at least." I bounced a few times to catch my point across.
"Yeah, these are much better then before." He did his own small jump.
So it was then our conversation had shifted into that of cars and other mechanics. I would talk about my combusting Corolla, and he would talk about how he had had those same problems with other cars he had when he was younger than I was. We must have thought of nothing better to talk about. Kind of bland when you're in the car with someone you don't know.
The Tashmore Lake sign was above our heads when we finally pulled into town after our short drive. There were a few cars parked on the sides, with a small population of people crowded out and about the streets and shops. I, having never been here before, was taking in the sights of my new surroundings. Unsuspectingly, Mort was pulling us into a diner, which I didn't know we were doing until the car was parked.
"I'm starving, how about you?"
Soon we were inside the place. It was a quaint shop, which sold food and drugs inside, as well as the lunch, breakfast, and dinner. A bar was lined up to the right where two customers were already attending their meals, with a waitress and store clerk behind it jousting a piece of gum in her mouth. A boy, not much younger than myself was backed into the wall looking quite oddly at us.
I walked over and sat down on one of the stools, motioning for Rainey to sit down as well. He too, was seated, looking fairly annoyed. I leaned back to catch a glimpse of the early customers beckoning the waitress/ work lady to have their lunches made to go. My brow furrowed, as I watched the waitress turn her back towards us still giving us the eye as if we were a disease. I shrugged it off, claiming to myself that they must not see out of towners often.
I twirled my pointer finger around in a motion on the hard counter, occupying myself and not bothering to see who entered. My ears picked up the sound of the small bell that hung above the door frame, hearing it ring constantly for a few seconds. I also heard the sounds of someone entering and stopping their stride almost as soon as they had entered.
"Mort Rainey, I thought we agreed to no longer come into town. It makes everyone uncomfortable."
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Chapter Three:
(Parkers POV)
I couldn't believe what I was doing. A second ago I was in school with my mothers teachings from my childhood, and now I was fastening my seatbelt and gripping the edges of the car seat waiting to pull out into my doom. My eyes seared themselves together as the engine suddenly erupted, only opening a tad bit afterward to see Rainey looking at me with amusement. My cheeks flushed. I was embarrassed to tell you the truth, me acting so scared over a silly drive like this.
He swerved the car around so we were now facing the entrance to his abode, only in the opposite direction. I was still fidgeting slightly, which was calming my nerves for the first feet we traveled or so, and then it was back to me and my sweaty hands. I would like to say I enjoyed every moment I had with the famous writer, but that would be lying.
It didn't take very long (certainly shorter then the time my walk took) before we were head on with my trashed car sitting on the side of the rode. With no one behind it, banging the crap out of it, it added the sense of a junk yard when we drove by. Why did I drive that thing for so long? God, I didn't realize how much that car had embarrassed me over our outings together.
"So that's the infamous Corolla that had awoken me from my nap?" Came the remark of Rainey who only took a glance at the deformed sight. I nodded my head turning around to watch the distance between us grow with every second.
"I wish I would have gotten another car." I blurted out.
"Yeah, I had a car that I had to push out off of a cliff. Let me say that it wasn't fun watching your transportation cascade into the depths of water." He chuckled a bit.
"It must have not worked very well?"
"No, it just didn't suit my needs and I thought it would be interesting to shove such a thing and see what kind of wave it would make." His voice had faltered only a bit, but I made no notion of why. I assumed he probably missed his ride, and shared special drives with it. Sad how people love their cars so dearly.
"This has comfortable seats at least." I bounced a few times to catch my point across.
"Yeah, these are much better then before." He did his own small jump.
So it was then our conversation had shifted into that of cars and other mechanics. I would talk about my combusting Corolla, and he would talk about how he had had those same problems with other cars he had when he was younger than I was. We must have thought of nothing better to talk about. Kind of bland when you're in the car with someone you don't know.
The Tashmore Lake sign was above our heads when we finally pulled into town after our short drive. There were a few cars parked on the sides, with a small population of people crowded out and about the streets and shops. I, having never been here before, was taking in the sights of my new surroundings. Unsuspectingly, Mort was pulling us into a diner, which I didn't know we were doing until the car was parked.
"I'm starving, how about you?"
Soon we were inside the place. It was a quaint shop, which sold food and drugs inside, as well as the lunch, breakfast, and dinner. A bar was lined up to the right where two customers were already attending their meals, with a waitress and store clerk behind it jousting a piece of gum in her mouth. A boy, not much younger than myself was backed into the wall looking quite oddly at us.
I walked over and sat down on one of the stools, motioning for Rainey to sit down as well. He too, was seated, looking fairly annoyed. I leaned back to catch a glimpse of the early customers beckoning the waitress/ work lady to have their lunches made to go. My brow furrowed, as I watched the waitress turn her back towards us still giving us the eye as if we were a disease. I shrugged it off, claiming to myself that they must not see out of towners often.
I twirled my pointer finger around in a motion on the hard counter, occupying myself and not bothering to see who entered. My ears picked up the sound of the small bell that hung above the door frame, hearing it ring constantly for a few seconds. I also heard the sounds of someone entering and stopping their stride almost as soon as they had entered.
"Mort Rainey, I thought we agreed to no longer come into town. It makes everyone uncomfortable."
Thanks everyone for your great reviews! :D
Let's take a vote, who's your favorite Johnny?