Warning: The song above might not be appropriate for all readers, Please be cautious before listening. The music is more important to the story than you may think, so I recommend listening to every song, this one is just dirtier than the others.

Chapter 2 Eggs and Fries Please

I found it rather hard to breathe. My hands trembling against the steering wheel. The streets were dead, and I was unsure of where exactly he had wanted to go. We set our sights on Sonic, pulling into one of the stalls furthest away from the building. I wasn't really hungry anymore, as soon as I had seen his face my stomach started turning in circles. I couldn't eat food at a time like this. I glanced over in his direction, the lights of my stereo reflecting off his features. He left me breathless. I had to bite my cheek. I left the truck running not really sure how long we were going to be sitting here. Reaching over I flipped the knob next to the steering wheel, shutting the lights off. Taking my seatbelt off I slid in my seat so I could lean against the door. Looking at the boy who had actually showed up, I couldn't help but smile.

"So, what's your favorite color?" I started with the dumbest most tacky question possible, I wasn't really sure what else to ask him though. I barely knew the kid. I knew his name and what little info he had given away in class. We had drove over in mostly silence. Mostly because there wasn't anything to say, there was no conversation. It wasn't hard, the drive couldn't have been more than five minutes, probably less than that with the lack of life on the streets. That was the nice thing about living in a small town, some nights the streets were just dead.

"Red." It was one worded and probably my least favorite color. I hated red. I shrugged, alright that wasn't a deal breaker. I nodded my head watching the lights on the street. It was probably the month of november. The air getting colder. I had the heater turned on low in the cab. The truck like a warm blanket.

"What's your dream job?" I silently applauded myself for this question, since it was much better than the first. I leaned my head against the cool window, a little tired from work. My body ached slightly but electricity flew through my veins.

"I'm not sure what I want to do with my life, I'm just kind of going through the years figuring things out as I go. Right now I guess finish off high school and see where things head after that. I really want to move out of my house once I turn eighteen." This answer made me kind of sad, yet it interested me on a whole new level all the same. How could somebody who seemed to have it all figured out not have a clue? Why was he in such a hurry to get out of his house?

"I don't know what I want to do either, all I know is I want to live in Oregon and do beach yoga in the sand every morning. That would be the life! How I'm going to get there I have no clue. Hopefully I make it though." I dreamed of how it would be to watch the sunrise everyday. My toes tucked away in the slightly cool sand. I'd love to just hear the waves and the seagulls every night, everyday. That's all I've ever wanted.

"Why would you do yoga in the sand, that sound terrible?" The question came a little strange. I looked at the kid in the passenger seat, a young man. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling like I had done this quite a bit within the last little while. Our conversation was going nowhere but at the same time he was opening up to me. He was actually talking to me and that makes me so happy. My insides were exploding with a million tiny butterflies crawling on the lining of my stomach. I wanted to vomit, scream, run, eat, die, laugh, smile, cry, and so many other things all at once. I just was amazed at this moment. There was no reason to be though. There was nothing special about the situation other than the fact that I was with him. I liked being with him. I felt like a psychotic obsessive teenage girl. On the outside it probably looked that way. Inside I just really cared about this kid and I had no idea why. The more I got to know about him the more I liked.

"I don't know it was just always something that I've liked doing. Always something that I wanted to do." I smiled at him. The radio playing quietly in the background. He sat in silence for a moment before leaning closer to me. He pulled his right hand away from his lap, holding it in front of his face examining it. I watched him. There were no words for how beautiful I thought he was. He was just one of those people you looked at and you just simply didn't want anything more in the world. He looked at me, a small smile covered his face. I watched as he messed with a spot on his hand. He went to start talking, looking away quickly; pushing himself up in the seat he turned back towards me, still messing with the spot on his hand.

"So when I was like seven years old I was out jumping my bike with my cousin. We were having a lot of fun. It was pretty cool, we felt like we were flying when in all reality the jump probably wasn't that big. Well I thought I was going to be cooler than him and do some sort of trick or something," He paused for a minute shaking his head. He rubbed his forehead gently, his body shaking slightly as he chucked lightly before he continued talking. "Man was it going to be cool. So I was pulling my bike to our starting line and I jumped on the seat, peddling as hard as I could. I was ready for whatever the hell I thought I was going to do. I was cruisin. So I headed up the jump and when I took off I decided I wasn't actually ready to do a trick and ended up eating it. I hit the ground cutting my hand open pretty badly, ever since then there's been a rock stuck in my hand. See feel it!" He shoved his hand towards me showing me the spot. It was the spot he had been playing with for the last few moments.

I was cautious. Why was this kid having me feel a lump in his hand? This was ridiculous. Where the hell did that story come from? I was so confused at the situation. Slowly though I built up the courage to reach down and touch the spot on his hand.

"What the hell is wrong with your hand?!" I shouted probably louder than I meant. I ran my finger along the skin, a large bulge was taking up the lower corner of his hand. Obviously a rock was still stuck there. I couldn't stop myself from feeling the spot. It felt so weird! "Why didn't you get it out!" I shouted again. My excitement over something so silly was pathetic. I wouldn't really consider it excitement though. It was mostly my nervous awkwardness coming out. I probably looked like a freak. His face was dead no emotion. The same as it always was in class. I wasn't sure what he was feeling or if I was just boring him to death.

"I thought I did, turns out I was wrong." I laughed a little at how serious he was. I glanced up at him, looking at his green eyes. I was unsure how it happened, It was all one fluid motion. It was so unexpected that I was left not knowing what was going on. His right hand shot up to the side of my face pulling me in closer to him, he brought his left hand up to my cheek, cupping my face tightly as he crashed his lips onto mine. He kissed me so passionately. I fell into the kiss my whole body tingling. After that things between the two of us was different. It wasn't weird like I thought it would be. The next day at school we were just the same. Nobody even knew we had gone on a date. Nobody would have guessed. My friends were shocked to hear the news. They didn't think it was real. They thought I was lying. I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't the one who had gone on the date with the boy. But that date started a lot of things between the two of us.

* 2 Months Later *

I sat in the backyard of my best friends house. I watched as the boy I had fallen head over heels for and our mutual friend work on their newest project. It was an older Camaro, one of the ones before Camaro went on hiatus; so the car was from some time in the nineties. They both had decided they wanted to go out and buy a random ass car, just because it was a good deal. This was typical for the two boys. They were car guys, always going through new vehicles.

I found myself against the house on the bench seat he had pulled out of his 1969 Chevy truck. He had ripped it out in hopes to be getting a new one soon, or even fixing it and putting it back in the truck. Two months later and it had now become the couch for anybody hanging out that didn't have something to work on. That person usually being me. This couch had grown so familiar to me in the last few months as I slowly got closer to both the boys. They were both quirky in their own special ways and I had grown to love everything about both of them. It was kind of ghetto the way we hung out though. Tools were thrown across the yard, cars were everywhere, and usually old school rap in the background. Everything we did was in this style.

Whenever a good beat would come on the boys would dance as if they had no ankles, sliding across the grass in smooth symphony. Throwing their hands by their shoulders bouncing with the music. Sometimes they could rap the whole verse. Smiling to themselves afterwards, a proud gleam in their eyes. This was my friends, this was how I knew them.

"So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy." I would catch them singing in unison. Tucking over in my seat I would laugh until my ribs hurt. They were the perfect best friends finishing each other's sentences, each other's thoughts. Every Time we would go get some food at our favorite fast food place they would order the same thing, turn around and have the same thought. It was almost a ritual now.

"Dammit Bobby, we just have too much flow." I watched like a little child. They threw Bobby around like it was the most common name on earth. Anybody and everybody was a 'bobby' but mostly we referred to our mutual friend as bobby. He was the first one to ever be called bobby. It wasn't even a nickname anymore, it was a phrase. A phase we all got from our favorite tv show 'King Of The Hill'. I smiled, finally piping in on their conversation.

"So what are the plans with the camaro?" I leaned forward my hands clasped into a small fist in my lap. Both boys turned their head towards me, scratching at their skulls then shrugging. I watched as the most handsome guy I'd ever seen walked over to sit beside me. He took the seat closest to me, his leg brushing against mine sending shivers down my spine. I squirmed under his touch wanting to be closer to him. His hand rested calmly on my knee, the grease staining my exposed skin. His green eyes were watching me. I tried to look away but I just couldn't. He didn't normally show this much affection in front of our friends. He was a very hands off type of guy until we were alone.

"Okay okay love birds." Both of our eyes shot across the yard to see our friend leaning against the car. His arms were folded across his chest in his 'Carl's Automotive' sweater. He rolled his eyes putting his hand on the front fender of the car. "We are going to make this baby fast." He reached his hand back up to his face, kissing the tips of his fingers like an italian would. This left tiny little black marks around his lips. I giggled a little, rolling my eyes in response.

"Wait a minute, I thought we were just going to attempt a leaf blower turbo? I mean the idea we had in place was going to work, what happened to that?" The guy sitting next to me popped off. I looked at him dumbfounded. A leaf blower turbo? That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of.

"What the fuck kind of idea is that?" I choked out in laughter, watching his reaction next to me.

"A damn good one alright." His response took him a moment, a expressionless look on his face. I had grown used to this look being on his face.

"Alright yes, I see your point in the logistics of the makeshift turbo, but in all honesty how much more redneck do you think Bobby can get? Plus, you wouldn't have room to fit a leaf blower under the hood of that dinky Camaro, have you ever thought about the reason only big Dodge trucks have the stupid fake turbo? Yet another thing is, the only reason a person would need to come up with something as silly as that is a Dodge is a big enough piece of shit that you can put a dual turbo on them and they are still slow as hell, they just gotta try to throw an extra boost on there and most Dodge drivers are just idiots." My rant was finally complete and by the end of it both my friends were laughing and trying to figure out their responses.

"Hey, hey, hey, I do drive a dodge durango you know." Our friend popped off still leaning against the Camaro. He messed with the hat on his head, his white fro of brown curls held perfectly in place.

"Put a leaf blower on that thing then." I teased glancing at the red Durango in the driveway. It matched the Camaro close enough in color that they might as well use it instead. "All I'm saying is don't you dare ruin this Camaro."

"We aren't idiots, we got this." He threw his hand in the air acting like he was above the situation. I laughed at his acting skills.

"You're getting better."

"Hey, we should go get food. I'm starving, all of this girl over here slamming your ass has got me working up an appetite." That received the both of us a glare from the boy still leaning against the Camaro.

"Whoa, I didn't say it alright." I threw my hands up as a surrender. Jumping up from the couch I turned around to help him off the couch. He smiled up at me, removing himself from the seat wrapping his arms around me. He threw me back down in the seat.

"I win." He shouted as I went tumbling for the cushions that were water stained and trashed. I couldn't believe that stupid idiot. I shouted as I fell into the cushions, fumbling to push myself up off the couch.

"You're going to hurt somebody!" jumping from the couch I tried to gain my composure while running towards the red Jeep. God why are all these freaking cars red? Hopping in the back seat I sat precisely in the middle so I could see out the front window. Reaching up I flicked his ear. He turned in the driver's seat and glared at me teasingly.

"Keep messing with me and I really will hurt you." He held a serious expression as long as he could before he smiled turning back to the steering console in front of him. Putting the key in the ignition he started the engine pulling out of the driveway. Our friend sat in the passenger seat. Plugging his phone into the radio he continued playing the music we had been listening to all day. Randomly a Mariah Carey song would come chiming through the speakers.

"Oh this is my jam." He would say as soon as the song would switch to anything by her. He would belt out every word with full force. Everybody else who was around would just stop and stare at the kid totally making a scene. We'd all try to hold our laughter, in fear that it would offend him if we made fun of his love of Mariah.

"Turn that down." I leaned forward in the seat resting both my elbows on either side of the seats. I was used to doing this so I could put myself in the middle of the conversation. I had done this my entire life being an only child and all.

"Oh come on why?!" He shouted, his body movements over dramatic. He reached forward to turn the music down, only slightly though. He looked grouchily at me, like he was mad that I had interrupted his Mariah Carey jam session. I shook my head wanting to laugh again.

"Sorry man, I was just wondering what we are doing tonight?" I tried to smile apologetically but it just wasn't happening for me. I swayed back and forth in the back seat, the jeep not taking to the road as well as another car would. One of the reasons why I hated Jeep. You would never hear me say that though since I feared it would cause a fight in our friendship.

"I'm not sure what we are doing tonight? I assumed we would just keep working on the Camaro until like midnight or something. I guess I kind of have to be home earlier tonight." My attention switched to the new person talking. I grabbed his shoulder squeezing slightly.

"We should do something fun, we've been working on that car all day, you guys need a break." I suggested. Honestly I didn't mind if they worked on the car or not, I just greatly enjoyed being with these two boys.

"Oh, I have an idea." Both our eyes shot to the kid in the passenger seat, my hand still resting on the driver's shoulder. We watched as he covered his mouth like a little kid, obviously grinning like an idiot. I was intrigued by what he had to say. Every time we said we should do something we ended up sitting around messing with each other trying to figure out something to do. It would be amazing if for once we actually had something to do.

"Well what is it?" After a long pause I finally shouted at the boy with hair that never moved. His hair so tightly wound that it couldn't move even if it wanted to.

"Egging!" He shouted, his voice too loud for comfort.

"Bobby, no we did that every day this week." The boy in the driver's seat mentioned as he pulled into the mcdonalds parking lot. This was our go to spot. We spent more time here than we had anywhere else. We jumped out of the Jeep heading towards the door. My iphone finally letting all of my notifications pop through. I was connected to the wifi showing how often we were actually here.

"Yeah that's because it is so fun." He moaned. I had never gone egging with the boys. I felt it was inconsiderate and rude. I didn't like the idea or the sound of it at all. He held the door open for the two of us making his way in after we had both cleared the door. We all headed into the building lining up by the counter. I leaned into the boy who had drove our asses here and leaned slightly away from me. Turning slightly I glanced at him, waiting for his attention so I could ask him a question.

"Hey, will you please buy me some fries?" I questioned him, whispering in his ear softly. He looked at me his face deadpan. He shook his head no before explaining himself.

"I barely have any money for myself." He responded jumping up to the counter to order his food. I rolled my eyes a little disheartened. He was always running low on cash until he needed something for his truck or his car. Leaving his side I headed for the booth in the corner. Sitting in my 'assigned' seat, I gaze out the window at the cars driving past. Waiting for the boys to meet back up with me.

"What? you not eating?" Mr, Mariah lover questions me, sitting across from where I was. When our third party met us at the table, I finally felt closer to complete. Most the time it would be four of us, myself the guy I was interested in and his friend. His friend would usually bring a girl who I didn't know I would grow so close to. This girl was his on and off girlfriend which made it all so perfect. The two couples who were all best friends. Stuff like that only works in the movies though.

I shook my head 'no' answering the question. I continued looking out the window thinking of all the things we had all been through as a group. So many times had we gone to the pool. The other girl and I spending six hours there, just tanning, then jumping in the water to cool off before warming ourselves in the sun again. The boys would meet up with us after they both got off work around five. We would spend a few more hours there just chit chatting about the dreams we had the night before. We'd talk about all of the problems in the world and watch the cars of the ghetto drive by.

There was also the time that my love interest parents had left town for a week, taking his brothers with them. It was just him and the house alone for the entire week. I remember him inviting me over that monday night to have our friend invite himself and ruin our date night. I really didn't mind when he crashed our dates though, I just really enjoyed hanging out with the idiots that both made me so happy. We were a good trio anyways. The three of us just got along so well. We were fantastic and I hadn't seen a group that was so perfect for eachother.

Then there was that time that my parents went out of town for a week. I had the house to myself and my friends greeted me on my back porch every night when I got off work. It was crazy, since it was the first bad thing I had ever done in my entire life. I was so scared that my parents would find out that I never allowed them to come inside my house. I remember the one time I did allow them in the house, we sat in the living room and watched movies all night. Soon our friend and his girlfriend leaving the two of us. He ended up spending the night over at my house that night. It was probably the cutest night of my life, consisting of nothing but cuddling and watching silly old movies from our childhoods. For the next month our friends teased us, asking us if we had banged or something. We both kept quiet knowing we hadn't. Nobody would believe us anyways. I loved how we could just sit on the back porch and reminisce on all the times we would drive down main street in our torn down beat up cars. We were just crazy teenagers who had all grown in some way together. Everything seemed perfect and I couldn't help but think about all the times we had enjoyed each others company. We had been through so much together and I loved my friends. I wanted to keep it that way.

"Um, are you okay?" The boy tucked in the booth next to me asked me, his mouth full of whatever cheeseburger he had ripped half the ingredients off of. Small mounds of ingredients that he didn't like were piled up on the tray in front of him. I nodded my head leaning into him slightly.

"Yeah, i'm fine was just thinking." I smiled as him to reassure what I had been saying. I was okay. I was better than okay. I was finally happy with where I was in my life and the people I was with. This was something new for me and I just wanted to appreciate the moment.

We all traveled usually by my truck. It was a newer style truck and probably the newest of all of our friends. I had worked hard to get that truck, working thirty hours a week at the local grocery store. Sometimes when the three of us hung out we would end up at the same grocery store. This was both weird and great for me. Walking through the aisle knowing exactly where every little thing was. That part of it was nice. The weird part of it was knowing literally every person that was there and all of them asking questions about if one of the boys I was with was the one always on my mind. I would awkwardly nod and try to move away from the conversation. Gaining me weird looks from everybody around me.

After we had finished eating, more like the boys had finished eating we left heading to the red Jeep. I jumped in the back seat, our mutual friend opening it for me so I could get back there. "Thank Bobby." I mouth laughing slightly.

"Hey we gotta run back and get your truck. My dad just texted me and said him and my mom need the jeep tonight." He glanced down at his phone, typing a quick response. I nodded my head. At the moment he didn't have a vehicle that ran. His truck blown up from all the burnouts we had done the previous summer. He jumped in the Jeep slamming the door before flooring it back to Bobby's house. It took us a good twenty minutes of dancing to the groovy beats and swaying with the Jeeps movements. Once we got back to his house Bobby and I jumped out hopping into my truck before quickly catching up with the Jeep. He had floored it out of the driveway leaving us to find our way by ourselves. They must have really needed the Jeep and now. We met him in the driveway of his house, him and his friend switching seats. We just always kind of sat in the same seats and it was weird when we didn't.

"Where do you guys wanna go?" I question and they both shrugged.

"Go to your work." The boy in the back seat suggested. I took suit and pulled out of his driveway, his dad waving bye to us as we headed off to the store. It wasn't more than ten minutes away from his house. It was actually quite close. This came in handy for me when I was stopping at his house before heading to work.

We walked into the doors just like every other time heading straight for the drinks. I knew what I wanted all I had to do was wait for the boys to make up their minds. Looking across the rays of blue and greens and dark deep browns of the soda products. I grabbed myself a Peace Tea from the bottom shelf before wondering off to another conversation with the boy beckoning me over. I tried waving him off not really interested in another conversation about the boys I was hanging around. He insisted and once I reached his side he began the same conversation i've had a hundred times in this buildings. The large lights blaring on the clear white tile floor. I nodded to the dairy boy his smile growing wider as he asked me with one I was interested in. I pointed slightly to the boy with longer hair, his eyes traveling questionly over the eggs on the shelf. I smiled at the kid standing next to me proudly. I was proud of the boy I had been going on dates with. I wanted to show him off to the world.

After all the jokes had ended from my fellow employees, we had figured out which eggs the boys wanted to buy. I was completely clueless at this point why they were buying eggs. They insisted on buying them though. We went through the checkout line and I wasn't really paying any attention. Everybody was throwing questions in my direction. We left a little later than we had wanted to. The question holding me longer than I wanted. Rushing into the parking lot I unlocked my truck. The cold air covering us like a blanket. I grabbed the door handle jumping into the driver's seat. Starting the truck, the music we were listening to blared through the speakers.

"Kay, now what are we doing?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at the boys. They both had devilish grins on their faces. I felt like there was something they weren't telling me.

"Egging!" They both yelled at the same time, drawing my attention to the steering wheel. I shook my head, slapping my forehead lightly. I'm such an idiot. He had already suggested it. I should have known that, that was what we would have ended up doing.

"I should have known." I rolled my eyes as a pit began to grow in my stomach. I didn't want to go egging. I didn't want to do something that was so illegal. Why couldn't we have a nice quiet night by a fire or something? This would be the first time I had ever broken the law besides speeding. I wasn't a rule breaker and I didn't want to get in trouble with the law. A lump was forming in my throat and I was scared. I couldn't be scared though because I was the getaway driver.