A/N: Okay, chapter 2. Hope it's good XD.
I made this fic for my love: For Tim, who knows exactly what to say.
Disclaimer: I only own the paper this is written on
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In the dark of night, the tires squeal to a camaro. The radio is playing full blast, Tidus was driving fast, he was 18, so what did it matter? Tidus is wearing a light jacket and a black T-shirt. The empty beer bottles clink as they roll when he stops.
"Where is he, he was supposed to be here." Tidus said impatiently.
"Aw man, I needa wiz." Gippal said from the back, his leg twitching.
"Gippal, you're such a hummingbird." Tidus said.
"I want to dance." Dona said.
"Then dance." Tidus replied.
"I want to dance with you."
"I don't dance."
Baralai came running up to the truck, after dumping the empty beer bottles in the dumpster near the school.
"Go go go!" Baralai said, after he got in the car. From the gym, an older weatherworn man looks at the car as it pulls away; Tidus looks in the rearview window and sees the man staring at the car. "Auron. Looks like his face caught fire and he tried to put it out with a fork." He said mockingly.
"He couldn't find his butt with both hands at high noon with a mirror." Baralai said.
Tidus pushed down on the pedal and speeds out of the school parking lot. "Auron, he's so old"
"We're done with that already, bonehead." Tidus said, playfully punching his arm.
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Auron steps outside the gym, he eyes the beer bottles in the dumpster with disgust, and he sighs in frustration.
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Tidus pulls the camaro up to an old dirt road leading to an old cemetery, they left the headlights on. Everyone starts some small talk when Dona interrupts the conversation.
"Hey, look who's coming…" She said
"Yuna Sullivan." Baralai said.
A young girl of 17 hops the fence. She's wearing clothes that look like she made for herself, her brown hair falling to her shoulders.
"Brain." Dona said under breath.
"Religious freak." Baralai muttered
"Cherry." Tidus said.
Yuna gathers herself and walks up the car, her sneakers crunching in the dirt. She said to Tidus. "Hey, hi, your lights, you wouldn't mind turning them off—"
"Did Yevon give you this road?" Dona asked.
"No—"
"Then we'll keep them on." She retorted.
"If you want them off, then I'll turn them off." Tidus said in false niceness, and clicks the lights off.
"Thank you so very much." Yuna said with a smile; she turns back and heads back into the cemetery.
"I can't see a friggin thing." Dona said.
Tidus stares out the windshield and watches Yuna scale the fence, once she's on the top, he clicks the headlights back on, everyone snickers, seeing Yuna turn around with a startled look on her face. Her facial expression changes from startled to determined, even humor shows on her face. She jumps down to the other side of the fence. Everyone's laughing and Tidus is smiling.
"So, where you gonna be in ten years?" Baralai asks
"Paris." Dona replies.
"Dead." Gippal said.
More laughter.
"Right here, with you." Tidus said. His vision clouds. 'Maybe this isn't where I really want to be.' He thinks to himself.
"What's she doing in there?" Dona asked.
"Nothing I'd be doing." Tidus said, he turns and kisses her.
Suddenly a blinding white light flashes in the car.
"Shit!" Tidus said, scrambling out of the car. He sees her, Yuna, sitting on top of the fence, with a mirror in her hand, reflecting the head beams back to the car. His annoyance turns to mild respect. A radio inside the car comes to life, announcing something with urgency.
"Tidus!" Dona said to him from inside. He hops inside the car.
"Address?" he asked.
"Spiral Ave." She responded.
Tidus turns the car around abruptly, he sees the flashing lights ahead of him, and the car fishtails away. Yuna watches as the car speeds out of sight.
He makes a screeching turn, seeing two firefighters rumbling down the road. He turns right, following the fire trucks. He smiles at Dona, she smiles at him, but he took his eyes off the road. An old man walking his dog crossed the street, Tidus' eyes widen and he turns the wheel and slams on the break. 'Come on, come on, COME ON!' He thinks to himself. The tires screech in protest, the car swerves, then there was a loud heart stopping thump. The old man is thrown down onto the asphalt. The car slams into a light pole, scratching metal and breaking glass fills the air of the four teens.
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Done. Please review, short, I know, but I found it a good time to end it. So, Reviews and constructive critism I'll take, but I won't take flames, if the story sucks, tell me what I can change so I can make it better. NOW REVIEW