It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 4

Most parents tell their kids not talk to strangers and never, under any circumstance, get into a car with them. Well, I'm pretty much breaking both in less then ten minutes since talking to Jason and then following him to his car. Upon stopping in front of a gleaming silver Porsche, my jaw drops slightly. There is no way he could own this? It's such a small town where you wouldn't expect people to have fancy cars.

"This is your car?" He smirks and slides into the drivers seat.

"You like cars?" He turns the key in the ignition. The purr of the engine is almost like music. It's so calm and is making it easier to relax into he plush, leather seats.

"It's nice." I then remember that I'm supposed to be making things as difficult as possible. "But I've seen better." His proud smiles falls slightly, but turns his attention ahead of him and begins driving somewhere.

He doesn't even try to start a conversation so the only noise is the quiet music coming from the stereo. I don't mind the quiet as I stare out the window, taking in my surroundings. You know what I have noticed? There are a lot of trees. I'm not much of an outdoorsy person so this might make living here just a little worse considering I'm used to lots of buildings, beaches, concrete and the large number of people.

Seeing Jason turn onto a side road that's street sign had been worn from years of the weather. I finally turn to look at him.

"Where are we?" A smile graces his lips once again, but he doesn't answer. "Well?" I push, wanting an answer out if him.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." He states smugly and I narrow my eyes in suspicion.

"You're not going to kill me like some crazy murderer are you?" He bursts out laughing and almost loses control of the car, but I grab the steering wheel to keep us on the road. Once he's recovered enough, he swats my hand away to take full control back of the car.

"You're funny. Did anybody ever tell to that?" I frown thinking about my best friends back in California. We'd always joked around with each other all the time and I'm getting off track.

"It wasn't supposed to be funny. I was being completely serious." He chuckles and I punch him in the arm as hard as I can. Serves him right.

"Ow! What was that for?" He runs the spot I hit him and playfully glares at me. At least, I don't think he means it.

"For not taking to seriously. I don't even know you so it's a legitimate question."

"So, lets get to know each other then. I'll start. I am not some crazy ass serial killed." I smile behind my hand in attempt to hide it, but he notices it right away.

"Ah ha! She does smile!" The atmosphere in the car has instantly changes into a much happier one since I first got in. "Your turn. Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."

"Well... I absolutely love to run." He raises an eyebrow.

"Don't girls usually hate running or any physical exercise?" I raise my hand to hit him again and he flinches before I even touch him. I laugh before covering it up with a small cough cough.

"Don't be sexist." He raises both hands in surrender and I freak out that he took both hands off the wheel.

"Hands on the wheel!" I yell and be complies, returning the vehicle back to the right side of the road.

"I wasn't being sexist, but I have been living with Lorelei since I was little and the girl wouldn't know the meaning of hard work if it hit he in the face." I laugh again, not even bothering to hide it this time. Jason beams and turns onto another road.