He made his way quickly through the empty streets without being seen which wasn’t a hard thing to do at 3:30 in the morning.
Finally he came to the driveway of the house he was looking for and spotted the red Ferrari in the driveway.
Taking a deep breath, JC took the ski mask and gloves out of his backpack and quickly pulled the mask down over his face and placed the gloves on his hands. He then, slowly and carefully made is way up the driveway towards the car.
*~*~*
Something was wrong.
Lance knew that something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was merely a feeling he had.
Sighing, Lance rolled out of his bed and made his way down the stairs to the first floor. Glancing around, everything seemed to be in order and Lance was about to head back up to bed when he glanced out the window and saw that he had left his car in his driveway instead of putting it away the garage.
Grabbing his keys, Lance quickly made his way outside into the warm night air. It being the middle of summer, Lance didn’t think twice about going out in his boxers and wife beater.
Despite the warm whether, Lance felt a chill go up the back of his neck as he walked towards his car. He still had that feeling that something was wrong and he only wanted to get his task finished quickly so he could retreat back into the safety of his home.
As he reached the driver’s side door, Lance thought he saw movement in the driveway. Pausing, Lance stared down the long, dark driveway waiting to see if there was any more movement or it had just been his imagination. After a few moments, he saw nothing so he turned back towards his Ferrari when he felt something hit him from behind on the back of his head, before he dropped to the ground unconscious.
*~*~*
JC swore as he bent over the body of the young man in front of him. He hadn’t meant to of hit him that hard and now he was concerned that he had ended up hurting the man.
JC knew that he should just leave and forget about the whole thing but he couldn’t just leave the man lying there in the driveway and he would never get the courage to try and steal another car if he let this opportunity to pass.
As JC stood there, wondering what to do, the young man slowly woke.
“What the fuck?!” he asked sitting up, while rubbing the back of his head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!? I’m calling the cops!!”
“Get in the car!” ordered JC, panicking as he pulled a gun out of the backpack. The gun was merely a realistic looking water gun but the young man didn’t know that.
“Crap!” muttered Lance as he quickly unlocked the car door and slid over to the passenger side of the car as JC climbed in after him.
Grabbing the keys from Lance’s hand, JC started the car and raced it down the driveway and onto the street.
JC tried to keep the car at a normal speed limit as he left the city limits. His original plan had been to just take the car straight to AJ’s and collect his money but now that was impossible.
“Look just take the car and drop me off somewhere!” begged Lance. “People are going to noticed that I’m missing and if you let me go, I’ll drop the charges!”
“I’m sorry,” replied JC in a whisper.
“I haven’t even seen your face! How am I suppose to identify you!?!”
“I’m sorry,” repeated JC as he continued to drive and it wasn’t even long before he realized that he was heading towards the Atlantic Ocean.
Thinking back to his childhood, JC remembered that his grandparents owned a beach house on a private beach along the coast. From talking to Heather, he knew that their grandparents still spent the summer in Maryland so he figured that the beach house was a perfect place to hide out for awhile, while he thought about what he was going to do.
“Could you at least tell me your name?” asked Lance with a sigh. “Or should I call you Mr. Kidnapper? Or perhaps, Mr. Killer?”
“I’m not going to hurt you!” replied JC quickly. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”
“Now I understand,” smirked Lance. “It’s Mr. Car Thief and I bet that’s not even a real gun. You may have ticked me back at my place because it was dark but I know my guns, I collect them and that thing you have is far from real!”
“Just shut up,” sighed JC.
“I will not shut up! I’m an important person with an important job! So just drop me off somewhere, take my car and sell it to whomever you want!”
“What’s your name?” asked JC changing the subject. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to figure out what he was going to do with the car and the blonde right now.
“Lance,” he heavily sighed. “What’s yours? Or should I keep calling you Mr. Car Thief?”
“It’s Josh,” sighed JC, figuring it was safe to tell Lance his real name since nobody outside his family knew what it was.
“So you going to tell me what you are planning on doing with me?”
“When I figure something out, I’ll tell you,” grumbled JC.
“I suppose it would be useless if I asked to be let go again?” asked Lance with a sigh.
“Maybe you should try and get some sleep,” suggested JC, glancing quickly at Lance. He really was cute and JC wanted more than anything just to let him go but if he got caught, he couldn’t help Heather.
“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me if I go to sleep?”
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you!” reminded JC. “I don’t lie.”
“According to you, you’ve never stolen a car before too!” pointed out Lance.
“I promise you on the welfare of my sister, I will not harm you!”
“Fine!” sighed Lance dramatically. “I trust you won’t kill me or anything in my sleep, but being kidnap in the middle of the night isn’t the best way to become tired. Why don’t we turn on the radio or something? It’ll be interesting to find out just how many cops are chasing us right now!”
“Don’t!” ordered JC, swatting Lance’s hand away from the radio. “Put some CD on or something instead.”
“I don’t keep CDs in the car in case people try to steal them,” Lance bitterly informed JC. “I didn’t know I had to worry about my car instead.”
“Then sing something!”
“I’m a bass, I don’t sing lead!”
“Why does everything have to be perfect with you?!” exclaimed JC. “Just because you can’t sing very well shouldn’t stop you from singing! Just do it because it’s fun!”
“Fun is overrated!” shot back Lance. “All that matters is working! You work hard, your rewards will show for it!”
“I’ve worked ever since I was seventeen and I’m still dirt poor!” JC angrily replied. “I would of given up long ago if I didn’t enjoy life so much!”
“Well you suck at what you do then!”
“And you don’t realize how import having fun is! There’s more to life than money, but unfortunately a lot of people don’t realize that until they lose everything!”
“I don’t plan on losing anything . . . except for my car now of course!” grumbled Lance. “Luckily the insurance on it will pay for a new one.”
“I feel sorry for you,” sighed JC and after that their ride was nothing but silence.
*~*~*
“For being dirt poor this sure is a nice place,” grumbled Lance when they arrived at JC’s grandparent’s beach house.
“My grandparent’s own it,” admitted JC as he gently shoved Lance inside and quickly closed the door behind them. In his hand, JC held some rope that he had found in the garage when he was stashing the car.
Directing Lance towards one of the bedrooms, JC quickly tied Lance to one of the beds, apologizing the whole time to the younger man.
“Try to get some sleep,” whispered JC before leaving Lance tied in the room.
Walking into the living room, JC sat down at the piano and tried not to cry as he plucked at the keys. Some of his happiest memories as a child were playing that very piano or the one that his parents owned in Maryland.
It had been years since JC played but he still remembered all the keys. Allowing his fingers to run across the keys, it wasn’t long before he could feel the music flowing through him, as he began to play. Soon, he started singing softly along with the piano, forgetting all his worries.