Be My Bad Boy

Finally Angie called out to say it was a wrap.

"When can we see the final product?" asked Jinxx.
"Not for a while but I wanted to ask you about doing some work on the graphics for it. Are you free to help out?"

"Of course. Just let me know."
Angie came over to get her stuff. I packed up the clothes and got them ready to return to the stores. When I tried to pick up the bags though, I yelped in pain. No way could I lug those bags around town. Shit. I couldn't exactly afford a cab either.
"Are you okay?" Andy appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine."
"No, you aren't. You’re whimpering."
"I do not whimper. You make me sound like a drowned kitten or something." I tried to pick up the bags again and made a sound that was definitely not a whimper though did sound bloody awful.

"Whimper."
"Whimper or not, I have to get these clothes back to the shops or I'm going to be in a mass of trouble. Unless, of course, you want to buy your outfit to keep. You did seem to get very attached to it."
He was not amused.
"I'll drive you."
I remembered that awkward drive home from dinner. Then imagined that to the power of infinity with all the driving across town.

"I think I can manage."
Andy picked up the bags and walked off without even listening to me. I followed him. If he wanted to drive me then I guess it was going to happen whether I liked it or not.
He threw the bags in the back of the car.
"Where to first?”
I gave him the address of the store and we took off. He turned on the stereo and even relaxed and sang along to the song.

"What's this song?" I asked.
"You don't know it? Wait, you mean you have never heard this song before? Have you ever heard of The Ramones? Don't tell me, you've been living under a rock for your entire life."
I thought he'd get all snarky and not talk to me but instead he told about when he was twelve years old and he heard The Ramones for the first time. How he'd never really thought about music before then but it was like – bam! Something changed in his life.
"Just listen to this bit…" He turned the volume up on the stereo. "That's what it's about. That's the money shot."

And so I listened. I really listened and it wasn’t bad at all. Then I looked up to see him smile at me.
"Hey, watch the road."
It seemed to take no time to get to the store.
He ran the bag of clothes in, while I rested in the car.
"Okay, there are two more places to go. We might get caught in traffic going to this next place though. Bloody peak hour."
"No problem," he said.
"More music?"
"Why don't you tell me about you? What's the real reason for you taking on the band management and dropping out of uni? You’re living in that crummy apartment too. Are you slumming it like a poor little rich girl or is there something more?"

I stared out the window. Suddenly, I didn't really want to talk. The car did not move in the banked up traffic and I watched a boy walk his dog down the street. They stopped every few steps so the dog could sniff something and even they moved faster than we did. The silence in the car got thicker but I didn't want to break it. If I refused to tell him, it'd break this tentative good feeling between us but I had no desire to talk about those things.
"You don't want to talk about it?"
"It's complicated."
"Ah, complicated."
He inched along as the traffic started moving then indicated and swung down a side street. Then raced down another street, not even a street really, but a laneway. He turned so fast that I flew across the car.
"Watch it." If a car came towards us on this street, we'd be dead. There was nowhere to pull over, no room for two cars. I grabbed the door handle with both hands and almost pushed my brake pedal foot through the floor as he drove the car faster.

We got to an intersection and he slammed on the brakes, sending me flying, then wove through the traffic to get to another backstreet and took off again.
I'd stopped talking. I'd stopped even thinking about anything except getting out of this car alive. Maybe I'd have been better off getting a taxi. A taxi would be safer.
Ahead, I saw a light about to turn red. At least he'd stop. Except he didn't. He just went faster towards it, making it barely in time. The car became airborne as we went over a bump in the road.
He laughed. "I love that bit."

I tried to smile. We swung through some more streets and he pulled up outside the second place, this time a warehouse.
He ran in and then I gave him the address of the last place.
"Shouldn't take long," he said.
"Yeah, if you drive like a lunatic."
"Hey. we'd still be stuck back there in that traffic jam if I'd not known the shortcut."
"It's better to arrive alive," I said.
He just shrugged and took off again. I regretted saying anything because he seemed to take it as a challenge. He drove full speed the whole way, pushing it to make the lights and detouring down laneways and back streets. He slammed on the brakes outside the shop.
"See, you're alive."
He grabbed the bag of clothes out of the back and I told him I could walk from there.
"No, wait here for me." He ran his hand through his hair and gave me a hopeful grin.
"Okay, I'll wait." I scrunched up my nose, curious to see what he had in mind.
He made the drop off then came out and knocked on my window. I wound it down.
"Come on, let's go for a drink."
"Why are you Mr Friendly all of a sudden?"
He grinned at me, in that way that totally disarmed me. How could he go from being so surly to so charming?
"If you're sticking around, we may as well get to know each other."
My common sense told me that I did NOT want him wanting me to stick around but the fibres of my being tingled. You can't really turn down a drink from a guy who'd saved your life without looking pretty damn ungrateful.

Notes

See, Andy is warming up to our dear Hannah xD

Btw, idk if you guys wanted to know but I'm a senior in high school and I'm really weird. Okai, that explains me.

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