drive-by (open!)

[hazen miller]

It was nice to have friends who were 'random'. Who could at the drop of a dime come up with a fun plan. However, those plans were never thought through and sometimes the ending was not as good at the start. Do to this, for one reason or another he doesn't wish to talk about, Hazen found himself lost.

Outside of town, and away from anything familiar, the boy was stuck with a dreadful choice. Hitchhiking. With his backpack still hanging on one shoulder, another arm was reached out with a thumb. This wasn't how the kid wanted to spend his damn day - hitchhiking on some road after his friends wandered off three hours ago and never got back. Assholes probably got a ride and forgot him! Now he was left alone, and irritated.

[abby cakes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px] [/style][style= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/mOg1G.png); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #d9b0b5 1px 1px 0px;] [/style][style= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 50px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #cd8299;]❝ RISE FROM YOUR COLD HOSPITAL BED THEY TRY TO REMEMBER BUT STILL THEY FORGET BUT THE HEART BEATS IN THREES JUST LIKE A WALTZ — ! ❞ Bare feat padded on the hot cement of the high way. Abby let out a huff, this cement was soooo hot. Stupid sun, making everything so damn hot. The teenager thought to herself as she ran, one hand holding the back of her hospital gown together. Yeah, she was wearing a hospital gown in the afternoon on a highway. Ms. Abby Bakery Cakes rolled in fucking style. Actually she just broke out of a hospital, but that was on a need to know basis. She did want anyone sending her back there, all they did was ask dumb questions that she didn't have the even dumber answers too. No one would send her back though, that would mean they would have to pull over and let a girl in a hospital gown into their car. After running for a good long while, Abby finally saw someone. Panting she waved her free arm towards the guy, so that she didn't flash the people that zoomed by in their cars. "Hey! Hey!" Abby cried out, trying to grab the guys attention. "Do you got a ride?" She asked, oblivious to the concept of hitchhiking.

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[hazen miller]

Well that wasn't something you saw every day. Staring at the road, he almost leapt out of his skin when he heard a shout. Quickly turning around, hazel eyes widened at the sight of the young girl.. in a gown? Oh god. As she came closer and shouted, Hazen could only blink. He was in a faint state of shock.

As the girl came to his side, the blonde boy lost his words and could only slowly shake his head. "No uh..I.. i'm hitching one". Failing at it to. Though a bit started, the boy offered a weak smile to the other, feeling rather guilty for his rude staring. One he realized this, the boy looked away, back at the road. "I, uh.. we can hitch one together! Girls usually get picked up fast-" He couldn't hold it in any longer. " .. are you okay'. He motioned to the gown, trying to stare at her face - and not the exposed legs.

[abby cakes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px] [/style][style= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/mOg1G.png); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #d9b0b5 1px 1px 0px;] [/style][style= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 50px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #cd8299;]❝ RISE FROM YOUR COLD HOSPITAL BED THEY TRY TO REMEMBER BUT STILL THEY FORGET BUT THE HEART BEATS IN THREES JUST LIKE A WALTZ — ! ❞ "Hitching?" Abby responded, without the slightest hint of inflection. She wondered what he meant, the Blank had never heard of such a thing before. Was he going to fasten some kind of loop around her? Is that what hitching was? Or was it moving? Yes it had to be that. Moving things made perfect sense. Looking at the cars while she spoke, Abby had yet to make contact with Hazen's own hazel eyes, she wondered what he meant by girls get picked up faster. Obviously we must be easier to move for some reason... But I don't understand why... She shook her head, moving on from the thought. Moving onto his next statement, she thought he meant physically. The whole concept of wondering about emotions boggled her mind, and she just left that whole part alone. "The cement is really hot." Was the simply answer, her eyes moved down to her toes as she spoke. The little appendages wriggled about trying to find solace from the burning cement. Her eyes returned to the cars. Then she remembered something, jokes. The nurses at the hospital always told her that jokes made people feel better around someone, and this surely must be an awkward situation. "Don't worry, I just broke out of a mental institution." It was supposed to be a joke, but she said it rather plainly as if it was a fact instead of a joke. Jokes were not her specialty.

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[hazen miller]

Hazen stared at her still, now too shocked to oggle her in the faintest - he was only human - but forced up a shaken smile before shifting awkwardly. He wanted to think it was a joke! Yet something told him to be afraid - it was probably that gown. Nodding rather anxiously, he looked down at himself, than her. She was freaking him out, but to be honest, he couldn't just slowly walk away or tell her to fuck off.

He was a bleeding heart for girls.

" ..do.. ..uh..do you have anything underneath that?" These words were whispered more shyly, while the boy dropped down on one knee to work at his shoes. While he waited for her reply, he unfastened the ties and after a few hand them off and held them out to the girl, a light frown.".. Put them on, you look like you need them more than me..".

[abby cakes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px] [/style][style= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/mOg1G.png); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #d9b0b5 1px 1px 0px;] [/style][style= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 50px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #cd8299;]❝ HOLD ON ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING TRY IT AGAIN, BREATHING'S JUST A RHYTHM, SAY IT IN YOUR MIND, UNTIL YOU KNOW THE WORDS ARE RIGHT — ! ❞ "No." Was the simply and honest reply. She looked at the other's feet. He was untying his shoes. Confused, she contintued to watch as he offered Abby the shoes. Wordlessly she took them. Ploping onto the ground, she wriggled about for a few seconds so that her bare ass could adjust to the hot cement. Then she roughly shoved her feet into the shoes, before tying them up. It wasn't until after Abby stood up that she remembered something the nurses said, "it's polite to say thank you after someone gives you something". "Thank you." The Gijnka added on after standing up. Looking around she saw a few more cars zip by. "How long does hitching take?" Abby asked, still looking at the cars go by. Really Abby didn't have anywhere to be, or anywhere to go. But the girl wanted to see some place new that wasn't a hospital, alley, or this highway. A new place might have a clue about her past.

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[hazen miller]

His face was ablaze now, unable to stop himself from staring at the girl as she pulle don the shoes. Rather nervous, he shifted, wiggling his sock covered feet rather anxiously. No, don't be a pervert. Just sighing, he slid off his backpack and tugged off his zip-up before pulling back on the backpack and stepping towards the girl. "don't mind me..". He spoke this softly before draping the jacket around the girl's backside, half looking away while he tied it around her waist.

"..g..girls should cover up. out here! You could get sick.". Oh dear lord. He was going to die today. She was insane. It was obvious. Who, sane, ran around the woods naked! Staring at her, Hazen sighed and looked back towards the road. "..I..I don't know. Sometimes a few minutes, sometimes a few hours.". He shrugged his shoulders nervously - though they were certainly getting looks now. Hey, maybe she wasn't so bad after all! She was cute after all - very cute. He didn't doubt someone pull over soon. He just had to make sure they brought him too.

[abby cakes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px] [/style][style= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/mOg1G.png); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #d9b0b5 1px 1px 0px;] [/style][style= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 50px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #cd8299;]❝ HOLD ON ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING TRY IT AGAIN, BREATHING'S JUST A RHYTHM, SAY IT IN YOUR MIND, UNTIL YOU KNOW THE WORDS ARE RIGHT — ! ❞ "Oh.." She softly said as Hazen worked. Brown eyes watched his hands as they tied a knot around her waist. "I don't think I would catch a cold, it is rather warm out." Abby said matter-of-factly, although she wasn't completely new to the sense of modesty. She kept watching his hands, even after they finished their work. Anything to keep her gaze away from his face. "Um..." She wasn't sure what to say. Abby was new to hitching, to all of this really. "Do you think someone will stop soon?" What was she saying? Time didn't really matter to Abby, it's not like she had anywhere to be.

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[hazen miller]

He couldn't help but laugh at her words, slowly shrugging his shoulders. She was rather cute, even if a bit..spacey. He gave a light ' not sure ' but gave her pat a reassuring pat on her back in hopes to perk her up. The pair would be out there for a time, many cars zooming back. Some would slow, many stared, but only one finally stopped. It was a beat up old truck, but Hazen wasn't going to judge. As the car slowed down until it was before the kids and the passenger door opened. It was a tad grumpy looking old man, who only gave them a frown and sat up proper in his seat again. Grinning, Hazen motioned for the girl to climb into the car first, then Hazen followed and shut the door. " didn't take too long!!"

[abby cakes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: #e8e7e6; border-top: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; border-bottom: #F1F1F0 solid 10px; width: 200px] [/style][style= float: left; width: 60px; height: 45px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/mOg1G.png); border: #F1F1F0 solid 05px; margin-left: 05px; box-shadow: #d9b0b5 1px 1px 0px;] [/style][style= float: left; margin-left: 05px; font-size: 50px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 05px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #cd8299;]❝ HOLD ON ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING TRY IT AGAIN, BREATHING'S JUST A RHYTHM, SAY IT IN YOUR MIND, UNTIL YOU KNOW THE WORDS ARE RIGHT — ! ❞ "Oh.." Abby said again. She wasn't really sure what to make of this situation. It was strange, and weird. Watching she looked at the old beat up pick up that pulled over. She hesitated. Was it safe? The thing sputtered and puttered. Obviously the rusted vehicle was in bad shape. But Hazen motioned for her to get it. Clambering up into the pick up, Abby simply trusted the boy. He knew so much more about this whole thing. For a while Abby was silent. She watched as Hazen climbed in. After a few seconds of driving though Abby had the undesirable urge to blurt out whatever was on her mind. "This car is a piece of shit."

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[hazen miller]

As the girl spoke, his eyes went wide and Hazen quickly clasped a hand over the girl's mouth. HE gave her a quick 'what the hell!' look before laughing and looking at the man, whom only had a brow raised and waited. "..M..my cousin! she's really ill. She has aspergers!". Giving a nervous laugher, he slowly moved his hand away from her mouth and instead grabbed both of her hands, gently squeezing them.

The man said nothing, eyeing the girl - her shoes and his lack of them, and her exposed legs and arms - and no doubt backside. He didn't look at that however, instead at the road and started the car. He gave a low mumble of something about kids and muzzles, but just shook his head.