I am not, nor have I ever been a thrill seeker. The most thrill I get on a daily basis is when Carl Buker comes into Fatties and me and my fellow co-workers make a bet as to what he will order that day. Very thrilling.

Also up until then the only laws I've ever broken was no littering, and even then I felt so bad that the next day I picked up all the trash in the parking lot. It was at Fatties. I don't even speed when I drive normally. So being in a candy red convertible corvette with Riff going well into the hundreds was, well... not my forte.

"Wooo! Hell yes! Fuck I love this rush!" she shouted at the top of her lungs as she punched it even more.

"Hehe," I clung to the car frame.

We were speeding down the highway, I was surprised the cops hadn't tried to stop us yet. She slowed it down to a reasonable speed limit and then just kept on laughing. Our hairs were blowing in the cold night air and she had the radio blasting.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure I was going to have a heart attack. My blood was pumping alright, but not in excitement, out of fear and adrenaline. My insides felt all tingly like I wanted to laugh and throw up at the same time. I imagine this is what riding a roller coaster would feel like. Which is why I've never ridden one.

"Damn can you imagine if I had this car all the time, I'd be getting babes left and right." she let go of the wheel and thrusted her hips upwards in her seat making a lewd gesture.

I felt my face go red.

"What's wrong? Not so talkative anymore?" she smirked at me.

"Uh... what if we get pulled over?" I asked.

"Geez, you worry too much. Here, watch this. Hold on to your ass." She laughed.

Then she punched it again, going off the exit ramp at speeds of 95mph when the recommended was 35. I screamed. Which made her laugh harder. She blew through the red light, law three we broke in case you were counting, and then sped over the train tracks which caused us to get air-born for a few seconds.

"Wooo!" She let go of the wheel and threw her hands in the air.

"Ahh!" I screamed and shut my eyes tight.

The car landed with a hard plop and we sped off down the street. She slowed down again this time a very lovely 40 mph. I still had my eyes shut and I clung for dear life to the side door.

"Holy fuck that was awesome, please tell me you didn't piss yourself." She laughed.

"This is a nightmare, I would like off now," I said.

"No way, we are just getting started." She snickered.

"Please, I think I want to go home now." I whimpered.

"Aww come on, this is still just level one. We have a whole night to waste away. Okay look, how about this." She slowed down even more as we drove down some back road surrounded by nothing but fields.

I opened one eye to look. My heart started to slow down.

"See, not so bad. Come on, relax a bit. I won't do that again, promise." She said.

"Why do I find that is hard to believe?" I slowly peeled myself off the door and relaxed into my seat.

"Ah, because you are starting to figure me out already." She laughed.

"You are crazy." I forced a laugh now that my life wasn't in danger.

"Certifiably so. But being crazy is more fun, trust me."

"I think I might not ever trust you again after that."

"Fair enough." She laughed.

She took her hair down and let it blow in the wind, running her fingers through it a few times. Her hair looked a bit oily, but overall in good condition. We pulled over into some field but didn't turn the car off, mostly because we didn't have the key and if we did, we would not be able to get it back on.

She put it in park and sat up on the hood, I moved to sit next to her. The car dipped under our weight. Also, it was really hot, but the cold air helped with that.

She scooted closer to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. I eyed her. She giggled at me. she was really close now. I could smell her, she smelt like cigarettes and cinnamon. A very strange smell, but it was also intoxicating. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. She put her face into my hair and took her own deep breath, I didn't know whether to be creeped out or take it as a joke.

"Damn you smell really good, did you take a shower before coming here?" she asked.

"Maybe," I admitted.

"Wow, I love whatever shampoo you use. Smells so fucking good." She took in another deep breath.

Then I felt her kiss me on the neck. I shuddered as heat ran through my body, I clenched my legs shut tightly. She kissed my neck again, lower closer to my back. Her boldness to get straight to the point both annoyed me and thrilled me. She wasn't even trying to get to know me, she just wanted in my pants, but I felt so wild and naughty for even entraining the idea.

She moved her lips closer to my jaw bone, then by my ear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her warmth on my skin. She stopped and I opened my eyes. I couldn't see her eyes because of her sunglasses, which also threw me off, but I could tell she was looking into mine. She tried to lean in for a real kiss but I pulled away.

She laughed a little and bit her bottom lip.

"Guess you aren't going to make it too easy for me huh?" she said.

"Definitely not. If you want in my pants, you will have to try harder than scaring me half to death." I smirked.

"Damn. I got all worked up too. Fuck." She sighed and laid down on the hood, putting her hands behind her head.

I laid next to her, we stared up at the sky.

I listen to her pull something out of her pocket at first I think it's another cigarette, but I can tell by the way it looks, it's not. She smirked at me before lighting it and taking a few puffs. Without saying anything she handed it to me. I eyed it.

"Relax, it will make you feel good. Help you loosen up. You're too tense. How can you enjoy our night of fun if you don't let yourself live in the moment?" she says.

I sighed and took a small puff myself.

"Much better." She said.

"How old are you?" I asked between coughs.

"Me? Well, I'm only 20. You?"

"19," I said.

"Good you have one of those young faces where you can't really tell. I mean I kind of figured by how mature you are but still, better safe than sorry." She took the joint from me and smoked it.

"You live around here?" I ask.

"Nah, just here for a gig. You?"

"Sort of, I live in the area, but not close by."

"Hmm, so Solo. I have a real question for you why'd you do it?" she asks me.

"Do what?"

"Why'd you come with me? You could have walked away from the stolen vehicle, but you didn't you got in. Why?" she handed me back the joint.

I inhaled the smoke and coughed again.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Is that going to be your answer to everything I ask tonight?" she chuckled.

"I don't know," I said just to spite her.

She laughed and moved closer to me.

"Well if you had to guess why you just committed a felony with me, what would it be?"

"Hmm, well honestly you are kind of a mystery to me. I like mysteries, I love to wrap my brain around them and try and figure them out."

"A mystery huh, well maybe you should wrap your legs around me instead."

I choked on the smoke and she laughed.

"You really have no shame." I handed her back the joint.

"None what so ever." She smiled.

"So, Riff, here is my question for you then. Why work so hard just to sleep with me? I am sure someone like you can get any lady she wants. I mean you are charming, in your weird Riff way."

"Ahh, yes very true. But what's the fun in just any lady, I want you. You are not just any lady, you are Solo and a Solo like you gives me a challenge. Besides it's too late, here we are and I am not about to go and find myself another girl. It's you or nothing baby."

"I think you might be disappointed by the end of the night." I laughed.

"We will see, but I have a good feeling about you." she wiggled her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes.

"So your band huh? What happened?" I changed the subject.

"Assholes. They can't appreciate what they have. They treat me like I'm some groupie and not an actual band member. I joined them about a year ago. Rough transition. They didn't really want me to begin with but they had no choice they other guitarist quit. It was either me or breaking up the band. Well, they found a new guitarist last week, told me if I didn't get my shit together it was over. Sometimes I show up late to rehearsals and practice. They are just a cover band, no originals. I tried to sing an original on stage tonight and well you saw the result of that. I guess my music days are over." She sighed and handed me the joint.

"You can't just give up that easy. If you really like music you have to keep trying. Never give up until you succeed." I said.

"Solo we live in two very different worlds. In my world, once you burn out that's it. There are no second chances. I mean I am bandless, guitarless, and now homeless so, sounds pretty shitty to me."

"You are homeless?"

"I traveled and lived with the band, that van from earlier that was my home, it's all gone now. Who knows where life will take me next. I do know one thing, I'm here with you tonight so I am going to make the most of it. We are going to live like there is no tomorrow because maybe there isn't" she said.

The way she said it, there was something off. Like it was filled with sarcasm, but under that, I heard pain and fear. Her whole life was just turned upside down and instead of dealing with it, she was with me. She was running from the inevitable, which could explain her previous tense and cautious mood. It must be scary living like that, never knowing what comes next. Anyone would be scared to face that.

"I see. Well, then I guess we better get back to living before this car runs out of gas." I said.

"You read my mind." She smiled.

We jumped back into the car and she took the joint from my lips. I was feeling more relaxed, more open to whatever experience she was about to give me. Her plan to loosen me up worked, but I didn't want her to know that.

She put out the joint and reversed back into the street.

"Where to my lady?" she asked and we began to drive again.

"Hmm, paradise sounds nice right now," I said.

She laughed and then said, "paradise coming up."

We pulled back onto the high way and began to cruise on down the road. Jump by Van Halen came on the radio and she put it on full blast.

"Hell yeah, this is my jam." She said.

I laughed because I felt no song better described our current predicament. So we sang along at the top of our lungs and when the guitar solo came she let go of the wheel and pretended to play it. I had to reach over and hold the wheel for her while laughing. I felt the high kicking in.

"You're crazy." I laughed.

"We went over this Solo, keep up." She laughed.

Just as the song ended red and blue lights began to flash behind us. The good feeling was quickly gone.

"Shit, hold on to your ass Solo, we got company."

You know what this girl did, instead of pulling over and turning ourselves in like any normal person who doesn't want to get shot at would do, she punched down on the pedal and turned the radio up even louder to drown out the sounds of the cops.

"Riff!" I screamed.

"Time for level two!" she laughed as we hit the three-digit speed mark.

"I'm never trusting you again ahh!" I screamed.

"Good choice!" she laughed.

"Pull over, this is the Police." The cops said behind us.

"Not in your lifetime, see ya sucker!" then you know what this crazy girl did?

She jumped the median to the exit lane, causing us to get air born and land on the side road below. I swear I almost peed myself. Then she blew through another red light. The police missed the exit and she laughed.

Note to self, never trust crazy girls who just want to get in your pants.