Hello there! I was just wondering if this story was any good. Please constructive criticism only, that would be wonderful. But yeah. Here is my story! Enjoy!

Ch. 1
“FASTER! Aaron! Can’t this thing go any faster?!? We have got to get out of here!” I shrieked. Aaron didn’t respond. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were kept on the road. Very slowly we sped up.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t think. What had happened. That… burning image burned into my thoughts. It felt as if I could barely breath. Suddenly I hear Aarons deep voice.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do… We’re gonna get caught aren’t we? We’re gonna go to jail…” I shook my head.
“Don’t you dare think that Aaron. We will find a way… Or… at least… I think we will…”
“No. We’re dead. We have no hope. Don’t even… Don’t even dream about us getting away with it… ‘cuz it’s not going to happen.”
“God damn it Aaron! Shut UP!”

I knew he was just scared. We weren’t going to ever see our friends again. Nor our family… He was terrified. So was I.

I rolled down my window. The wind felt good. It was so cold outside. It calmed me down. I looked out the window. The bright moon shimmered inside the truck. It was the only thing that we had for light.

We didn’t want to get caught, so Aaron had turned off his head lights and back lights. It was hard for him to drive. He couldn’t see. There was no other cars around; we were on the back roads; and so no other cars (that did have their lights on) could let him see better.

I turned to him.
“I know Aaron. It’s okay.”

He turned his head in my direction that turned back to the roads.
“What do you know Taylor.”
“You’re scared.”
“No.”
“Yes. You are, I am to. It’s okay. We can get through this.”
Aaron slowly shook his head.
“…You don’t know anything Taylor. You… you’re…. just stop talking okay? I can’t think straight.”
He turned his head to me quickly and frowned. He turned back to the road. I reached out my head and turned on the radio. I turned to a peaceful station. A orchestra was playing dramatic slow music.

I leaned back in my seat and tried to asorb the music. To not think about what had happened. It was hard, but I finally drifted off to sleep.

In my dream now, I was strapped down to a wooden chair. The same dramatic music played in my dream. I struggled and strained. My arms we’re in pain. Or atleast I dreamt they were. I tried to open my mouth but no words came out. Only the symphony of musical instruments playing together were heard.

Suddenly I was falling. Falling. Deep. Deeper. The music became more intense the faster I fell. I was still strapped to the chair when I finally stopped falling. And the music had stopped.

Then. I was awake. It was still dark, but we had stopped. Aaron wasn’t in the car. I looked down. Covering me was his jacket. I smiled. But still. Where was he? I quickly slid on his jacket and opened the door.

I looked around. We were at a mini store. I slowly walked up to the stores building and opened the door. It was very bright inside. Up at the counter was Aaron. He was handing the cashier money when he looked over at me.

He smiled.
“Hey. I thought because we hadn’t eaten all day that we might wanted something to… um… eat when you woke up… I mean. because…”
I grinned back.
“It’s okay.”

I walked over to where he stood. The cashier was a old man. He was very wrinkly and his hair was thinned and white. He snickered.

Aaron and I looked at each other, confused.
“Do you find something… funny?” Aaron asked.

The old man looked up from bagging the groceries. He smiled at us; all what of his few teeth did at least.
“Young love. It’s such a doozey.” He smirked at us.
I shook my head. “Wait. No, no, no. We’re… we’re not in love sir.”
I leaned up against the counter.
He continued smiling and turned to the cash register.
“Uh huh. Of course your not.” He sighed sarcastically.
He pulled out our change and handed it over to Aaron.

I looked at him strangely. “What would ever make you think that we were in ‘love’”?
The cashier looked at Aaron and then me. “I can see it in your eyes. Not as much in yours young lady, but I can surely see the fire in his.” He pointed to Aaron with his bony fingers.
“Also” He started up again “You’re wearing his jacket. Now that’s a sure sign of it right there.”

I pulled the jacket around me tighter and looked down.
Aaron took the money from his hand. “No! Really. We’re,” Aaron paused for a moment and looked down at me. “We’re not in love.” He continued.
The old man looked at Aaron and frowned.

“I’m truly sorry young boy. If you ever need any help, here’s my number.”
The cashier ripped off an old receipt and wrote on the back his number. He handed it to Aaron with our bag of groceries.

Aaron nodded to him thankfully and took the bags from him. I smiled at him before we left.
As soon as we got outside I asked.
“What the hell was that all about? Young love? Him giving you his n
Sorry heres the rest of it

number if you need any ‘help’??? Gosh. People these days.” I zipped up his jacket on me, and stormed ahead to the truck.

Aaron was soon in the truck to. We both pulled our doors shut at the same time. He pulled out his keys and stuck them into the key ignition. The radio started back up again. This time a ‘tragic’ song came on.

His hand reached down to the heat and turned it up. He looked over at me, and I looked up. I smiled. He smiled back. We didn’t love each other, I knew that for a fact. I knew it wasn’t true. I was never going to admit it. Never. Psh! We weren’t in love!… were we?