"Uh, hi," I said as this guy with curly hair pulled up next to me in an old-looking car.
"Where are you going to?" I asked him.
"I dunno yet. Some place. Get in. I'll take you somewhere," he said.
I threw my stuff in the back of the car and got in. He had a bunch of stuff with "So, what's your name?" he asked me.
"Amy," I said. I was holding onto the door pretty tight. It's sort of a paranoia ever since I was a kid, I was always afraid that I was going to fall out of the car, and not really of the person driving.
"Oh, I'm Micky," he said. "And uh, you don't have to hold onto the door that tight. You're not going to fall out or anything."
"Uh, ok," I said as I let go of the door.
"Where are you from?"
"Florida, but everyone else in my family's from Maryland, so I just say I'm from there."
"Oh. I'm from Los Angles. I think that's where I'm gonna go. I have a couple friends that live there. I'll drop you off anywhere you want me to though," he said.
"Thanks, it's a big help," I said. I sighed and put my head on the window.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just confused. And I don't know why."
"Are you stoned or something?"
"No. I'm fine. Where are we?"
"New Mexico," he said. "Could you drop me off in Roswell?"
"Waiting for aliens?" he asked, laughing.
"Yeah. They told me they were going to take me back. No, I have a couplewhile."
"Why don't you stay with us? I'm sure they won't mind."
"They? Who's they?"
"Mike, Peter, and Davy."
"Uh, ok. I guess I will for a while," I said, slightly confused still.
"Great. They won't mind at all."
"Ok," I said.
Micky drove for like half a day more, then stopped in some little town at a hotel. It was late, so we just fell asleep. I woke up late that night, around 2, I guess. I could hear him breathing. He was on the other side of the room. I was thinking about him. I thought he was really nice, and cute. While I was thinking, he got up and turned on a light. I jumped and pretended I was asleep. He got up and went to the bathroom, then came back and turned off the light and got back into his bed. "I know you're up," he said.
"Yeah. I am."
"What were you thinking of?"
"Anything," I said.
"Anything?" he said as he got up and sat down next to me.
"Yep, anything," I said grinning.
I sat up. He laid down, pulling me with him. I sat up. "I have a boyfriend," I said.
Micky kind of jumped. "Boyfriend?" he said.

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