Ash

"So you like queen" I say

"Yeah" Fiona says "My dad played it a lot when I was younger" she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Take a right here"

"Besides ABBA and Queen, what else do you listening to?"

"A little bit of Elvis. The occasional Heart. Take a left"

"How long is it going to take for your foot to heal"

"A week. The nurse said it was just some swelling"

"When does track start?"

"In two and half weeks. Why?"

"No reason"

"Are you thinking about joining?"

"Maybe" I say as the car comes to a halt at a stop sign. "Fiona?"

"Yeah"

"Right or left" it takes her a second to process what I'm saying

"Le-left" she stutters "Wait! How do you know my name? How do you know I'm on the track team?" She voice sounds scared

"Oh, I saw your picture in the trophy case"

"Oh" she calms down "Take a right here" Fiona says as we approach her street

"Okay"

To be honest I'm kinda upset she has to go. It's been fun arguing about the best and the worst bands of the 80s.

"Okay, stop here" I turn off the ignition and get out of the car to get her crutches.

"Do you need a ride again tomorrow?" I say as I hand her her crutches.

I don't know why but she seems surprised by my question

"Yeah"

"What time should I be here?"

"7:30" she turns round and then starts walking to the door. I feel weird for standing there and watching her as she goes in "Also thanks. I appreciate it" she is smiling and it's because of me. This fact makes me blush.

"Yeah, it's no problem" I run my hand through my hair. "See ya tomorrow"