Hola, everyone!

School was interesting today…we played Bingo in math class then had a half-hour debate over whether or not penguins fly…

Oh, well. It was fun!

And guess what comes in this chapter! And the next chapter!

DRAMA!

(Maybe some angst, if you're lucky…hehe….)

Magic Touch

Samuel's black BMW skidded to a stop. He kept his eyes peeled for his son's truck, examining the parking lots of several nearby hotels.

When he was unsatisfied with his results, he picked up his cell phone and continuously dialed the boy's number, which he ignored.

Frustrated, Samuel slammed on the brakes to prevent himself from hitting the car in front of him whilst digging his fingers into his hairline and gazing out the window.

Clicking up the speed of the windshield wipers as the rain kicked up, Samuel had to peer through his now obstructed windshield. He could see the back window of a large, black-windowed SUV parked at a hotel; Hotel Palm, where only the rich could afford their luxury suites.

Where only Joey could afford, after Samuel had realized that his son had pocketed his credit card, an act which furthered his infuriation as he swiftly made a U-turn and sped into the parking lot.

He parked in the nearest space next to the car, quickly stepping out and placing a hand over his brow to allow him to see through the rain and advancing in towards the car's license plate.

Instantly recognizing the number, he smirked to himself and pulled out his phone again, giving his son one more try before taking further action.

XXX

Joey and Yami sat huddled on their bed together, wrapped in the towels that were provided by the hotel since they were still wet from their 'shower'.

Joey jumped when he heard his phone ring again; grabbing it off of the nightstand, he quickly opened and shut the flip-top to make the ringing stop.

Yami squirmed closer to Joey.

"You don't think he's looking for us, do you?"

Joey waited before answering, listening to the noise of the strong wind that was forcing the pouring rain to collide against the window.

"Probably."

Yami nestled his head back down on Joey's chest in worry as he felt the other take his hand gently.

Joey bit his lip, running his tongue across the crease and speaking again.

"But this is a hotel, Yam. What can he possibly do here?"

Yami shrugged.

"Has he ever, like, abused you before?"

Joey laughed.

"He's tried to. But believe me; he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against me."

"How do you know if it's never happened?"

"Yam, relax, will ya?"

Yami quieted, shutting his eyes and focusing on the rain to drown out his thoughts.

XXX

Samuel trudged through the front door, shaking out his sopping hair. Drops of water splattered onto the floor as he approached the front desk.

"I'm here to visit my son."

The woman behind the desk seemed suspicious of his anger.

"Do you know what room he's in, sir?"

"No."

She gathered her thoughts and cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're not permitted to give out any information unless you're aware of the room number."

Samuel nodded his head slowly, steadying himself with one hand against the desk.

"What time do guests usually check out?"

Since she was concerned about the situation, the woman decided to lie.

"Around 1:00 pm. But it depends on how many nights he'll be staying."

Samuel pulled a pad of paper out of his pocket; reaching for one of the pens on the desk, he scribbled something down on the piece of paper before tearing it out of the pad and setting it in front of the woman.

"Could you notify me when my son checks out?"

She took the paper with hesitation before fibbing again.

"…sure."

"Thank you."

She hesitantly watched Samuel exit before looking down at the piece of paper. In barely legible handwriting, she identified Joey's name, and Samuel's cell phone number.

XXX

Yami ran a towel through his still damp hair. His stomach grumbled as he giggled and lay a hand on top of it.

"You hungry, babe?" Joey questioned.

Yami chuckled.

"What does it sound like?"

Joey moved over to face him, cupping his soft face in his gentle hands.

"Why don't I take you out on a nice romantic dinner?"

Yami removed Joey's hands from his face and held them in his own.

"That sounds lovely…but I just don't trust your father."

Joey rolled his eyes.

"Stop worrying about that. Everything will be fine, I promise."

Yami smiled, cocking his head and receiving the kiss Joey gave him.

"Alright, let's go."

XXX

Joey made a quick stop at the front desk to mark their time-out time.

The woman smiled at him.

"Can I have your name and room number, please?"

"Joseph Wheeler, room 104."

She froze.

"Joseph Wheeler?"

Joey nodded, thinking she misunderstood.

"Yes, Joseph Wheeler, that's right."

She cleared her throat and smiled.

"Are you boys sure you want to step out in that rain? We have a lovely little café here."

Joey smiled.

"Thanks for the offer, but my boyfriend and I would like to have a nice evening together."

The woman smiled.

"Well, that sounds nice. Just…remember to sign back in when you return."

Joey nodded.

"No problem."

She watched as the boys headed out the door, hand-in-hand.

XXX

Joey scrambled through the rain to get his key into the door.

"Damn you, stupid nature!"

Yami laughed.

"I love the rain. I find it incredibly relaxing. Romantic, too…for our date."

Joey smiled, feeling his key click and opening the doors.

Once settled inside, Joey started up the engine and blasted up the heat as both of them began shivering.

The blonde could have sworn he heard another engine start up as well…

Shaking it off, Joey peeked behind him to make sure no one was coming and backed out of their parking space.

"Are you picking the restaurant?" Yami asked.

"Would you like me to?"

Yami smiled.

"Surprise me."

"Alright."

Joey made his way down the road, stopping at the first light and cranking up the speed on his windshield wipers.

"Jesus, mother nature can be so cruel!"

Yami frowned.

"Just go slow and follow the car in front of you. That's what everybody else does."

Joey did as Yami instructed, keeping a safe yet helpful distance from the car he could see in front of him. He glanced back in the rearview mirror to see the car behind him following them as well…

After traveling a ways, the rain began to slow. While it continued to pound, the wind had let up so the blonde could see the road more clearly and the purple evening sky was coming back into view.

Joey continuously glanced backwards in the mirror. He recognized the car behind them immediately, but kept his thoughts quiet as to not worry Yami.

He flicked on his turn signal and worked his way into the parking lot of their destination, watching silently as the car behind them made the turn as well.

Pulling into a space and waiting for the other car to as well, Joey paused before unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Is something wrong, Joey?" Yami asked.

Joey snapped himself out of his worriment, smiling at Yami.

"No, no, of course not." He decided to throw a loving curveball at his boyfriend. "As long as I'm with you, everything's fine."

Yami smiled thoughtfully.

"That's sweet, Joey, thank you."

Joey nervously watched Yami exit the car; frantically unbuckling his own seatbelt, he kicked his door open before locking them and scurrying over to meet Yami.

The boys locked arms as they approached the front door, Joey's grip being more of a protection than a caring gesture.

Footsteps came up behind them as Yami did a double-take to see who it was. He dug his nails into Joey's arm as the blonde sprung into action and began walking faster.

When Samuel only continued to move faster himself, Joey grabbed Yami by the arm and spun him around, startling every person in the parking lot as the boys sprinted back to their car.

Samuel only continued this path himself; however, since he was older he wasn't quite as fast as the other tow boys.

Yami ushered for Joey to hurry as the blonde jammed his key into the door. Clicking open the lock, the blonde tossed his door open (accidentally smacking it into the car beside them) and climbed into the car.

Frantically starting it, Joey slammed his foot on the gas pedal and backed the car up

The boys could hear brakes skidding as Samuel backed his own car up, quickly following the boys to the stop sign as they continued down the road.

Joey was completely clueless as to where he was going. He made turn after turn in hopes to lose Samuel in his tracks, but the man just kept coming.

Yami was breathing heavily in the front seat, his fear making him nauseous as Joey rounded another turn and headed into the outskirts of the city.

The two cars made their way around the road, which was curved against the edge of the mountain side, which meant that the boys were quite a ways from home.

Guard rails lined the outer edge of the road while the thick gray stone and tall green trees of the mountainside made up the inner edge. The lights from the city were visible as they continued making turns.

Seeing as they were the only two cars on the road, Samuel took advantage of this and sped his own car up, barely passing Joey on the left side and forcing the blonde to slow down. Samuel slammed on the brakes, forcing Joey to quickly jerk the car to the other side of the road.

"What is he doing?!" Yami cried.

"He's trying to run me off the God damn road!!" Joey yelled.

Samuel slowed down again, allowing Joey to pass him as Joey quickly sped his own car up to try and lose him. He failed at this, watching Samuel's car come up around the bend and passing him again.

"Jesus Christ! Kill me, why don't ya, you psychotic bastard!"

Yami placed his sweaty hand on his equally sweaty forehead, silently praying to himself and gripping to the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white.

Joey did a quick-glance over at him, setting his free hand on Yami's lap.

"It's okay, Yam…really."

Yami nodded quickly, not really reassured as frightened tears began to stream down his face.

Joey did the next thing he could and slammed on the brakes, stopping the car. He laid his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and panting before snapping them back open when he heard a familiar noise.

Sure enough, Samuel had backed his own car up and stopped it next to Joey's as the panicked blonde watched him begin to unlock his door. Joey stepped his foot back onto the gas and the car shot off again, Samuel coming up behind them.

Samuel came up against Joey's left side and pushed against the truck with his car. Joey held his hands firm against the wheel and did not allow the car to hit the wall like Samuel had wanted. Although he did get a reaction out of Yami, whom Joey was trying to comfort now that he had vomited in the front seat as a result of the struggle.

Watching as Samuel's car sped ahead, Joey tried to make his own comeback and ride up along the left side of Samuel's car.

Unfortunately, the elder man's 'skills' were much more advanced than Joey's.

Samuel forced his steering wheel to the left, which sent Joey's Bentley hurdling into and through the guard rail and down the hill, where a single pine tree had stopped it…

DUN! DUN! DUN!

Ooh, drama! You know you all love it!

And I was trying to think of some of the Grand Theft Auto skills I had achieved to help me write that car chase part…

R&R!

GK09