"Slow down, what are you doing, pretending to play Need for Speed or something?"
"I'm not trying to take mailboxes down, so I'm good, right?" He looked over, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Eli! Seriously slow down! Nobody needs to be hit by a hearse today!"
"Fine," I saw an overly-dramatic frown cross his face.
"Oh please, save it for Drama Club."
"Who said anything about Drama Club?"
"Me, just now."
"Why, would I ever do Drama Club? That would permanently damage my reputation as a creepy bad-ass." That smirk was back on his face.
"Yes, apparently you're obsessed with skulls and death!"
"Says who?"
"Just about everybody."
" Who cares about 'everybody'? All I care about is me and you." He looked over at me, and I was blushing, furiously. It was quite embarrassing.
"I think you're gonna explode." He joked as he looked as my cheeks.
"Never," I looked over at him, giggling.
We were on our way to the Dot to work on yet, another assignment Mrs. Dawes assigned. I was starting to like the overflow of assignments she'd been giving us. More time with Eli. As always, obnoxious music was flooding out of the speakers and into the hearse. Together, we sang the lyrics… I mean he didn't have a wide array of music so by now I knew some of the songs.
"Since when do you like Third Eye Blind?" He asked over the blaring music, smiling approvingly.
"Well, you only play this CD every week.."
"It's a great CD! It deserves to be played every week."
All of the sudden, a heard a loud ringing. Was that Eli's cell phone? But, he rarely got calls or texts, and if he did, they were from Adam or me.
"Hey, I think your phone's ringing!"
"What?" He yelled over the music.
"Your phone is ringing!"
"WHAT?" He was messing with me. I picked up the phone and threw it at him, his eyes still on the road. He looked down, startled, turned the music down a few notches, and scanned the screen.
"I don't know the number."
"Then, don't answer it!"
"Yeah, if they need me they'll leave a voicemail."
"Oh God, your voicemail is hilarious."
"What's wrong with it?" He asked, jokingly.
"Well, it sounds like your blaring music in the background for one-" He cut me off.
"I was! Is that a problem?"
"Second, you're like yelling into the receiver. And third, it goes like this: "Hey, It's Eli. You need me? I'm not here." Beep." I parroted in my best man voice. I could hear him laughing.
"What? I'm just stating the facts!" He continued to laugh, so I gave in.
He turned the steering wheel and we rolled around a corner and the Dot appeared in sight.