#surprised it came out at all as we were moving at 40mph and it was pitch dark

[screampotato]

Special mention: "Moonbow over Burray". This one is disqualified from the main competition for actually containing a discernible meteorological feature.

I am entering the ongoing online contest for Best Worst Attempted/Alleged Aurora Photos. I call this one "Contemplations from a Moving Car".

This one is titled "I'm sure there's something there, the sky looks weird, I can see it if I squint"

And finally, my masterpiece, "Majestic Jpeg Artefacts"

[fuck-customers]

Sharing the pain

Not a fuck customers, well not directly anyways, but a moment where a dispatcher and I had to share the pain over dumb people that just tickled me. So a couple months ago I was driving to go meet my roommate at our community garden plot and literally hit a green light just as it shut completely off. I was so surprised I blew through it without stopping, but took a moment to check the rearview mirror and saw that every single traffic light as far back as I could see had also shut off--the power had gone out! So, obviously, I slow down for the next light in preparation to stop, and that's when the power came back on. Now I don't know how many of you have ever seen traffic lights come back on after a power outage, but they usually take a moment to boot up. So depending on the setup, the light will probably go straight to red and blink on that for a minute or so before restoring to it's usual functions. I noticed, in my rearview and ahead of me, that all lights came on successfully, yay! EXCEPT THE LIGHT I HAD BLOWN THROUGH. It was stuck blinking red. I thought to myself, well, it should recover, no big deal, and kept driving. I met my roommate at the garden and started to weed the flower bed, while she took the car from me to run errands. I warned her about the brief power outage in case there were anymore traffic light issues. When she returned from her errands a good 40 minutes later, she told me that the light I'd told her about was still blinking and red. So we watered the garden, packed up, and left about 30 minutes later. Sure enough, light is still blinking. Now you might think this isn't a big issue, right? What business is it of ours if a traffic light is on the fritz? Well we've learned the hard way that people living in the city....HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT A BLINKING RED LIGHT MEANS. It's sad but true. We pulled up to the intersection, which was a three way that had a four lane highway that intersected with a two lane side street. There were two, count them, two cars on the four lane that were at a dead stop and didn't move for several minutes, as though they were waiting for a green light to magically appear. Several other cars that did California stops (you slow to a roll then speed up as soon as you hit the intersection without ever actually stopping), and every other car blew through at 40mph. Wtf dudes IT'S STILL A RED LIGHT. So like a responsible citizen, I called the non-emergency police line. Let's just say the dispatcher who mans this phone is named Debby. She's fucking great. I stg she's the only one manning the phones because every time I call she's the one who picks up. I'm already excited because I recognize her voice and guess what--she recognized mine. Me: Hey Debby, it's so-and-so, dunno if it trickled down to your office but there was a power flicker on Highway 8 around the 110th area at about 5:15pm and it shut off all the traffic lights. Debby: *sarcastic drawl* oh yeah I'm very aware. Some dummy ran into a transformer around then. What can I help you with? Me: Well I was driving on Highway 8 when the power flickered and saw all the traffic lights go out. They all recovered except the one at the 107th intersection. Has anyone reported it yet? Debby: *suddenly very serious and interested* no, I haven't heard anything. Is it completely out? Me: No. It's just doing the thing where it's blinking red constantly. Debby: What time did you see the power go out? Me: 5:15pm. All the traffic lights but the one on 107th recovered in about a minute. It went straight to the blinking red light and never came up properly. Debby: Have you checked it recently? Me: Just drove through it a minute ago Debby. It's almost 6:30pm, powers been on over an hour. I know the traffic light's technically working....I'm just reporting it because apparently a blinking red light is really confusing to city goers. I've already seen a lot of unsafe driving since no one can decide whether to stop, go, or just sit there at it. Debby: OMG PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS ABOUT THE BLINKY BLINKY RED LIGHTS THEY CAN'T FIGURE THEM OUT. Lemme get an officer out there right away, this is a priority. People are so stupid. Me: hahahahaha thank you so much Debby I'm glad this helps. Debby: No thank /you/ *hangs up*.

[courtneychicken]

Midnight Tromps

I’d like to thank @travelwithwords for checking this over and also helping me out a lot! Once again, I’d just like to point out I wouldn't be posting if it wasn't for her! I appreciate all your help, Bromeo.

Natasha shot up from sleep as quickly as the bullets would travel from the gun poised in her hand, were she to identify a threat at the root of the ruckus that had disturbed her. Looking back at the bed, she involuntarily rolled her eyes at Clint’s sleeping form, that hadn't stirred once at the noise. She crept stealthily through the house, in search of the sound that has intruded on her dreams, or more importantly, what had caused it.

Her suspicions were soon confirmed; her gaze fell upon a relatively large silhouette tiptoeing not so quietly throughout the living room. As he grabbed another personal item of theirs, Natasha lunged at him from behind. The headlock she had pursued slowly choking him of his oxygen. Expecting him to give up, Natasha let go, giving him the chance to leave. To her dismay, he intent on seeing this through, pulling out a small pistol and stretching it before him. Nat wasn't scared, she was annoyed. Not only was she rudely awoken, Clint was sleeping soundly as she fought off the intruder. Deciding to end it all, she pulled the trigger.

He howled slightly, reaching for his leg when she knocked him over the head. His unconscious body fell limply to the floor with a thud and Natasha sighed. Footsteps were heard once again, but these were familiar. Clint walked straight past the crime scene and into the kitchen, retrieving a cold glass of water before walking back to the living room. He kissed Natasha’s cheek, completely oblivious to the body sprawled out metres away. “What’re you doing up, bad dream?”

Her expression was a sight to behold. She had to bite her tongue as she stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Of course. You only wake up after all the works been done.” To say Clint was confused, was most definitely an understatement. “I’m not following…” he admitted. “We had an intruder, there was smashing, there was even a few gunshots and you managed to sleep through it all. Why doesn't that surprise me?” Clint just shrugged, still half asleep, “I didn't have my hearing aid.”

Natasha suppressed an eye roll, her annoyance growing by the second. “Rolling your eyes isn't going to move the guy bleeding out on our living room floor,” Clint joked. “That wasn't me rolling my eyes, not at all. You'd really know if I was, because I’d be obvious about it. But, you’re right. It’s not going to move the guy. You know why? Because I am, and you're going to help me.” Clint knew he had no choice, so he followed along dutifully. “First of all, we need to cover him and get him out of here. Roll him up in the rug, it'll have to do.”

Clint frowned, he was going to miss the soft surface on his walk to coffee in the cold mornings. “I’ll get the car ready, we can drive him to the hospital. Dump him at the ER entrance, it'll be fine.” Usually, Natasha would think of this as a ridiculous idea, but the sleep deprivation convinced her otherwise. Pulling on a black hoodie and her favourite boots, she tossed the keys to her annoying husband and waited for him to get the car ready.

Popping the boot of the car open, Clint removed everything. He took it all inside, placing it in the hallway. Picking up the guy’s legs, he stumbled back. “He’s so heavy!” He complained, Nat just sighed yet again. “That is currently the least of our problems, lets just get him to the car before blood leaks through and stains the floors.” Nat took his upper end and together, they made their way to the car. Carelessly, they threw him in and shut the boot, eager to get it over with. The drive was quiet, except for the irregular thumping and pained groans of the man coming to at each bump in the road. It was Nat who remembered to removed the pistol and belongings the whining criminal had, before kicking him to the curb before a startled nurse. “We’re Avengers. He’s a bad guy. You are very welcome citizen.” Clint yawned, waving bye, the poor woman was going to have just as long a night as Nat, now she was dealing with the idiot who thought he could rob the Black Widow. “Get us home as fast as you can, I’m tired,” Nat practically demanded. Clint just laughed at his wife, beginning the journey home. Deciding it was best not to annoy her further, he put his foot down a little more than usual. The car began accelerating daringly, nothing they weren't used to. In fact, it was a little slow for their liking. Stupidly, Clint didn't see the harm in speeding up further. Sirens approached behind them, making Natasha hit Clint’s arm in frustration. “Are you kidding me?”

Pulling over, Clint rolled his window down and waited for the officer. “Are you aware you were 40mph over the speed limit?” The officer interrogated. Clint just looked at Natasha, thinking of a plan. Natasha smirked, deciding to sign to Clint. Her hands moved quickly, knowing he would understand. ‘I’m Russian and don't speak english, you’re deaf and can't understand what he's saying.’ Clint seemed to like the idea, as he smirked in return and turned to the officer. Motioning to his hearing aid, he signed ‘I hope you leave us alone soon.’ Natasha had to stifle a laugh as the officer looked at her, hoping for her answer. Instead, the officer was even more confused as Natasha’s fluent Russian flew from her tongue, Clint covered his laugh with a cough as he processed her slightly mocking statement, he soon shut up when she spoke again. “Laugh one more time, we’re getting a divorce. I’m still mad at you, blue tit.”

Realising he was getting nowhere, the officer left them off. “Blue tit? You're just mad cause I’m awesome.” Natasha laughed at his child-like stupidity, "Oh please, name one thing that makes you awesome.” All Clint could do was smirk, “How about I sing about how awesome I am?”

Natasha would rather tuck and roll out of the moving car, but this was also one of the many reasons she loved him. “I'll tell you now… when I go to chipotle I get free guac. I flirt with the cashier, she says I rock. I own water-resistant socks, freaking Hawkeye!”

"You flirt with the cashier?” Natasha feigned anger, startling him down. “No, I was joking! Please don't kill her.” Nat just rolled her eyes, smiling to herself as their house came into view. Picking her up, he carried her up the stairs and into bed, pulling her closer as they settled. “I love you, Natasha.” Sleepily, she mumbled, “I love you too.” Both fell into a deep slumber, holding on to what mattered most to them. Each other.

[myheartbeatskids]

Matt says he doesn't want me to smoke while I'm pregnant And I told him I smoked with Annabelle and she had an excellent placenta And he says "no I don't want you doing any of that other shit like you did with those other two (pregnancies) those twins almost died!!" And Arrianna doesn't even blink "hey we were born too early!! Don't blame her prenatal care!!!" It's a blessing to have my deceased babies with me. It's really depressing sometimes. Especially when you factor the amnesia and how much time I didn't have them. But they're absolutely amazing. And they're old. I think of them as infants most of the time. But they're passed the legal drinking age. I'm so very proud of how mature and understanding they are. I know they have been well taken care of. They have had loving and kind caretakers. And they probably had a better life than they would have had on Earth. Obviously because they were murdered I was not able to keep them protected. Aaron was a quadapalegic because Jesse first claimed dropped him while riding a motorcycle with him, pulling up into the yard. He was only a few weeks old He held him up in the wind at he says 40mph and snapped his spine so it had to be more like 100mph It sounds like a sweet story, just a dumb kid wanting to give his baby the feeling of riding 100mph, air blowing his hair. Then Jesse had this fantastic story of murdering them because he would have had a horrible life as a quadrapalegic Jesse had his story well rounded out. Perfect Crime. Except Jesse tried to kill them numerous times while I was pregnant and in the hospital but unplugging the incubator, at home by smoking next to the babies oxygen tube, cinching the tubes and other random numerous things. It was no accident and it was no sympathy death. He wanted to live. He would fuss and throw a fit unless he was in the sun, be he could feel it. He wanted to feel. He loved the sun Jesse even put tobaasco sauce in his expensive ass sun screen, causing an allergic reaction, because Aaron would spend hours in the sun, all day, even while napping. He was going to live a full life. Outside playing like any other kid. He was Aaron and he was going to be a running..M around in his wheel chair He even moved on his own. I would love his legs one by one. Tell him they were just stiff. Tell his ears so his brain would hear and relearn how to move his legs before Aaron ever found out they stopped working Probably wouldn't worked but what if it could? Then that would be pretty cool, huh? I'd look out the window and ask God to make him walk. Beg. Sometimes the sun would get a cloud over it, God telling me to rest. Time would come But Jesse didn't care. He tried to faux shame of himself. But you could tell how excited he was. And how his plans for the future were just beginning In the exact opposite way of mine. The memories of Aaron give me the most peace. Because I know I trusted God. I know I trusted myself. I know I was going to give him the best life possible, the most hope any boy could have and he would be a strong, proud, wise man Arrianna, she makes me laugh so much. So wild and willed and mouthy just like me. The memories of her give me the most smiles. Because she was so temperamental, just like me. Vicious. Demanding. Extremely. But loving. You could tell she loved life. She loved Aaron so much. Screamed if he was quietly struggling. Worried looks in her eyes, scrunching up her forehead. Then she would determine he needed something and would scream!! You could see the siblingness immediately, he would get so annoyed at her. Seriously he was "will you shut her up?! She's so dramatic!!" They were both so strong and willful. Both pushing themselves to do as they wanted. To roll over. I would pick Arrianna up in my lap and tell her "we have to let him do what he wants, you want to watch?" At first she would grab my hair so she could look away over my shoulder. Couldn't bear to see him struggle. You could definitely tell she was going to need a maid because she sure as hell wasn't going to do anything difficult! But eventually she would watch him, usually to check on him if he grunted or made a sound. Her head would spin to look and she would let go of my hair and lean forward so she could slide down my torso into my lap. She would cry when he didn't move fast enough for her. He wanted to turn himself over so badly She would get so distressed that I would ask her if she wanted to touch him, to feel his skin, as in support and to reassure herself that he was still okay They were in the womb together, just the two of them. They were each other's eyes and ears, comfort. I would lay her on his back and at the same time turn him over the way he wanted to go. I would lie and said she did it, so he would think he could if she could. So he wouldn't get frustrated and give up. And so she wouldn't be so upset She would always put her hand on his neck, under his ear or on the top of his head. I could see them communicate. When she wanted him to listen, her hand was in his neck by his ear I would ask her "are you going to Choke him if he doesn't listen?" Mostly just ribbing her, she loved him too much to. Then when she would listen to him she would put her hand near his eyes or on his head. She would also punch him in the face He would grab her hair and try to eat it. They would get mean as hell and I would have to PRY these tiny little creatures apart. She was more the emotional girl and would be sadder than him usually and so I would pick her up and he would fall to the floor with a thump when he finally let go of her. I really had to pay attention tho, because his feelings would get hurt when she started it. I had to make sure to pick him up and hold him when she punched him in the face for no reason. At first it was very difficult for me, it took awhile for me to understand that I couldn't hurt him, because he was quadrapalegic. I was so afraid, even worried that the pressure of his body in the floor hurt his spine. I was so scared. . Jeremyuh noticed I wouldn't hold him as much as Arrianna and that I picked him up as if he was glass shards, scared to touch any bone or nerve or any part of him that could damage anything inside him. So Jeremyuh would hold him like he was normal. I would put him on a pillow. He wouldn't look into my eyes... Like Arrianna did. Until one day I was very sad and I told him "I'm sorry" and his head spun towards me, his eyes bright with surprise. And I choked back a hysterical sob with a violent hiccup and he laughed, laughed at my pain. And I explained to him how sorry I was and how scared I was and Jeremyuh told me "pick him up" off the pillow. And how he grabbed onto me with strength like Arrianna but with a quiet gentle kindness like Jeremyuh. Like he could crush ten trucks with his bare hands but wouldn't hurt a fly When he grabbed my neck with his little fingernails until it hurt, that's when I knew he was going to be okay He was gonna fight back, legs or not, he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way of anything. Jeremyuh said I thought too deeply for reality I told him I wasn't an emotionless pig Then the babies started to cry and I said "speaking of pigs, it's feeding time" He got upset, he sat next to me in the bed as I prepared the babies to breastfeed. Wanted to know what I meant. Told me I was making stuff up about them communicating. I told him to stop and to sit with me and them in the sun the next day. He was so bugged about what I said, he had a right. he wasn't an emotionaless pig. He was a very good human. Which cared very deeply. Very deeply Which of course he reminded me But he had called me dramatic and a liar.. So he could be bugged, I didn't care. Jesse didn't like Aaron to be breast fed and so Jeremyuh said he would go get his bottle, defeated because he knew I was probably not lying, when I reminded him I wasn't Jesse And I told him no, I was going to breastfeed him because he needed milk. and to tell Jesse that I had too much milk and it was hurting me. So we did when Jesse walked into the room a few minutes later as a Royal Dictator that he thought he was And Jeremyuh said he would get a bottle to keep the peace but was only hiding in the hallway. Of course Jesse just walked over told me to move the baby and picked him up while explaining what he was doing while he was doing it as the rules were And then tried to drink my milk. I couldn't shove him off. So I screamed for Jeremyuh and stood up in the bed. Jesse being latched on stretched my boob to painful proportions. Jesse went to grab the kids in a fit of rage but Jeremyuh came in and asked what was going on. So Jesse said again that he hated me and them and said that he was gonna fuck up Jeremyuh for it. And left Jeremyuh said "see what you did?!?!" I told him I didn't care and to lock the door because I was feeding my children as I wished and I didn't wish for them to be on formula. Not because Jesse said. I had to treat Aaron no different than I treated Arrianna. That included feeding them. So Jesse said only if he could suck too I told him only if he didn't get a hard on And he did and I told him never again Because people sucking my tits didn't get a hard on. Because that was wrong. Jeremyuh told him that he left them alone because they were "feeding tubes" and he didn't mess with them during sex or cuddle or anything of that nature. He wouldn't even put pressure under my armpit on the side of them when they hurt. So the FBI had to decide what my babies are and how So I had to pump for Aaron Which was actually easier because I could pump and feed Arrianna at the same time and Jeremyuh or Jesse would feed Aaron after. I know their life wouldn't have been good. I couldn't had raised them the way they deserved, with common sense The next day, Jeremyuh did see the babies communicate. Once I explained to Jeremyuh then the FBI knew because Jesse told them. Because we had to show Jesse, too. So of course Carl Rutherford thought they were aliens or some stupid shit Jesse said "there was something wrong with them" Only because they were smarter than he thought. Not stupid dolls So then Jesse demanded the window be blocked and no more sun time. I told him fine then i was breastfeeding him from the "tube" aka my tits. So the window got uncovered but he demanded I stay in the bed and we couldn't get in the floor. We did anyways. Or so he thought. I got in the floor with dolls all covered up. And Jesse came in crazy mad and I told him "you can kick them both, you know you want to." And he was scared because he knew I knew so he picked a doll up with permission. Feigned shock that they were dolls because he had seen the real babies in the crib. I screamed how much I hated that I couldn't trust him and how he tried to make stupid rules that I couldn't live by He stomped out with tears in his eyes like a kid in a temper tantrum Jeremyuh came in and told me that Jesse said he hated me and how Jesse was crying. I was crying, too. My tears were ice cold, dripping down my face. Tears straight from my heart that he had turned ice cold towards him because of the way he treated innocent babies that didn't ask to be brought into this world much less a world ruled by jealousy and without reason. My eyes glowed red and I stated I hated him and I would kill him if he came close to my children again. Jeremyuh told me to take a nap. I did. Then when Jesse tried to sneak into the room he woke me. So I jumped up and attacked him with my fists filled with rage No words could escape my lips to explain why I was attacking him so violently. He cowered down, bending with his fists at his ears. I demanded he stand up straight like a man, instead of pretending to be the victim. As he stood I saw his psychotic face filled with an evil amount of joy. His emotions hit my chest and I was depleted of all my air and i sat in the bed which was inches behind me, defeated. I knew that nothing could stop his evil desires. I knew then that we were all dead. I could see the house erupt into flames around me as he stood and I sat. "Please just don't set the house on fire" I said calmly and clearly "I hate you" he said as he turned as if he would leave the room. Instead he pushed me back onto me the bed and tried to pull off his stupid red orange sweatpants over his huge disgusting dick that stuck out like a dam broomstick Jeremyuh came into the room and said "what's going on here? I thought we wouldn't have sex until we had a written permission slip from the FBI" "Well she hit me" he explained as if I had just gotten off my knees after finishing the perfect blow job. But no, immediately he called for Carl Rutherford whom came from down the street with the pre-made form to permission sex. I refused to sign it. Rutherford asked if Jesse would like to rape me Jesse said no and agreed with Jeremyuh that a strip club and prostitute was a better idea My perfect angels stayed quiet in their bed, holding each other, silently communicating to each other and listening to every word that was said. I could feel their energy, their joy while I beat him, not for sexual pleasure, but revenge. And would you believe Jesse James came home with stink ass alcoholic's breath telling me how he wanted to fuck after the amazing night he had with a prostitute and how he had the form and all I had to do was sign?!?! Cause he sure as hell did And when I refused he called me a bitch whore, told me he hated me and turned on all the lights and started to yell some stupid song about sex in order to wake the twins. He claimed it was their dinner time. It wasn't. Jesse didn't keep up with the kids they were growing stronger and needed less frequent feedings. I refused to get up to feed them and laid in bed prepared to fall back to sleep. Now, over 20 years later, we talk about having kids again.. The perfection of the little angels... It is so enticing. I had no logical memories at all of the twins when I had Annabelle. It was so very different. But I look back and see how my subconscious was there, constantly reminding me and others of their existence. Except. I had no clue what anyone was talking about when they referenced the twins. We all just thought each other was crazy. To have babies with Perfect Matt. To meet his demands It seems so easy. Yet so depressingly difficult All my pregnancies were traumatic. My children were perfect, even Annabelle I never got vomit sick. I was always very blessed. But I always had this fear. This unshakeable, shaking fear that trembled inside of me Complete terror. Could I ever stop feeling that? Will I? I never understood it. I didn't even recognize it as fest most of the time. But every so often it's labeled and I understand the daily terror I have survived Even today I felt it. A reminder feeling, a mostly now memory feeling of being scared, terrified of my ex-husband. Not even knowing I was actually scared. Just to me, a normal feeling I carried inside of me. Everyday, driving home. I'm not scared because of what I have said in the internet. I've been fighting with my ex-husband, as usual, again. And I've been trying to understand and remember the abuse he put my daughter through. It's a constant and daily struggle that I don't speak of. I try too hard. I fight too much. Like a drowning swimmer whose being rescued and is fighting their rescuer. Struggling against the very thing that is there to help. I know that eventually I will understand So many times I panic that my daughter is struggling as I am. But I'll hear her laughing as she watches something on TV. And I know I'm in over reacting panic mode. I just worry to death about my children. Never in my life have I ever worried so much about anything. But my children.

[blufury]

Hatchlings: Chapter 4

'Ding!'

Aidey looked up from her computer and looked at her phone. It was a message from Dehious. After since they exchanged numbers, they contacted frequently. 'Sup?' the message said. Aidey smiled, and typed on her phone. 'Nothing new. Why?'

The reply came shortly after she sent her message. 'I've got a day off this friday. Wanna go somewhere?'

'Where?'

'Wanna go to the beach?'

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It was now friday. Aidey was working. Her boss had given her a stack of files to organize and sort through. She was listening to music through her earbuds while working. She loved music, and music helped her focus on her work. Now she was almost done.

'Let's see...' she murmured as she looked at one of the last of the papers she had to sort. 'So... this goes here... that goes in there...' she continued murmuring as she typed on her computer, organizing all the files. Only a few sheets of paper needed sorting now, and she was trying as fast as she could to get through all the files. Today was the day she had agreed to meet up with Dehious and go to the beach. It had been a few weeks since she had met her friends because she always met up with Dehious each week, but she didn't regret it. She quite liked Dehious, more than she had initially did. And it was worth spending her time with him. Dehious didn't say that he liked her straight back, but now she was quite certain that he liked her back as well. Else why would her text her and ask her to go out?

Aidey hummed along to the song she was listening to, and looked at the last piece of paper she had to work on. It was quite a simple one to organize. A few moments later, she was done. 'Phew! Finally!' she said, shutdown her computer, said her goodbyes to her boss, and checked out. At that moment, her phone dinged, indicating that a message had arrived. Aidey pulled out her phone, and looked at it. It was Dehious again. 'Where you at? I'm waiting outside your workplace.' the message read. She smiled, and replied 'Going out right now. Just a sec!', and hurried outside.

  Dehious was leaning against what was assumed to be his car, and when he saw her, waved at her. Aidey waved as well, and hurried over to him. He opened the car door for her. She thanked him, and climed into the passenger seat. Dehious walked around the car, and climbed into the driver's seat, and started the car. Then he drove the car away from the curb, and merged into the road.

'Nice car.' Aidey said, looking around the interior of the car. His car was a Chevy Camaro, and by the sounds of it, she guessed it was a V8.

'Thanks.' Dehious replied, looking at the road. 'She's my baby.'

'So.' Aidey started. 'I guess we're not going to fly much today, huh?'

'Guess not.' Dehious replied.

'Why did you bring your car today?' Aidey asked. 'The beach isn't far away, you know.'

'Umm... Just wanted to. Besides, I wanted you to have a ride in it. Oh, by the way, do you have a car?' he asked, looking at her for just a second.

'No. Never had a reason to get one. But I still have a driver's license.' she said. 'Why?'

'Wanna drive?' Dehious said, looking at her again.

'You're gonna let me? You said this car was your baby.' Aidey said, astonished, as it was something that she didn't expect.

'I always let my friends drive as long as they're careful.' Dehious said, now looking at the road again. 'So, you up for it?'

'You sure you want to do this?' Aidey asked carefully. 'I might not be a good driver as you are, you know. Haven't drove in a few months.'

'Oh, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Long as you're not crashing or breaking her, I'm happy.'

'Then thank you. I would love to drive!' Aidey said, happily.

'Good! I'll stop right there. Let's change positions there.'

So Aidey and Dehious changed positions, Aidey as the driver and Dehious as the passenger. Aidey started the car, and heard an angry roar from the engine, which kind of surprised her, although she had already heard it once. Dehious chuckled beside her, and Aidey slowly pressed on the accelerator. The car rumbled, and slowly moved forwards. Excited, Aidey pressed on the accelerator a bit more, and the car moved faster. 'Can I floor it?' Aidey asked, looking at Dehious. Dehious thought for a second, then nodded his head. Then he smiled evily. 'Go for it.' he said.

After making sure the coast was clear, smiling, Aidey floored it. The engine roared angrily, and the tire squealed behind them. The car shot forwards, instantly accelerating. Aidey gripped the steering wheel tight, and focused on driving. The speeometer climbed up and up. It said 40mph...60mph...100mph... it kept climbing. At 120mph, Aidey finally got afraid and eventually let down on the accelerator. The speedometer slowly crept down, and only when it was 40mph did Aidey step on the accelerator again.

'Damn! You know how to drive!' exclaimed Dehious, when Aidey had finally gotten down to 40mph. 'I was afraid you'll crash and we'll both die, but we didn't! You scared me, dragoness!'

Aidey giggled. The burst of speed had gotten adrenaline in her system and gotten her happy. It was actually quite fun to speed. 'Can I do it again?' she asked, looking at Dehious hopefully.

'Umm... Maybe next time. We're near the beach anyways.' Dehious said, looking out the window.

They drove to the beach, and Dehious parked. Then they walked along the shore, occasionally stepping in the water. The sun was setting now, and the sunset was extremely beautiful. Dehious pulled out his phone, and took a picture of the sunset. Then he turned towards Aidey. 'Wanna take a picture?' he asked.

Aidey nodded, and to her surprise, Dehious put a wing over her, holding his phone on selfie mode. Aidey jumped a bit, making Dehious realize his mistake. 'My apologies. I should've asked first.' he said, sincerely.

'No, no. It's ok.' Aidey said, waving her talons. 'You just got me by surprise. But next time, please do tell me.'

'I'm sorry.' Dehious said. 'Can I put my wing on you? For the picture, of course.'

'You may.' Aidey said, smiling a bit. To be fair, it felt good for a second before she jumped out from under his wing. Even if they weren't official couples yet, it felt like she was loved. And she liked it.

'Smile!' Dehious said, and snapped a picture. They reviewed the picture, and decided that they were happy with it. Dehious sent the picture to Aidey, and Aidey save it. Then they continued on walking along the shores, looking at the setting sun and talking to eachother about this and that.

Eventually they stopped walking, having walked from one end of the beach to another. '...so I told him to piss off, and he was never seen again in front of me.' Aidey said, to Dehious who was barely not laughing. The experience Aidey had was hilarious. After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Dehious started to walk back towards his car. 'I guess it's my turn to talk now.' he said, as he unlocked the door of his camaro and climbed in. He started the car, and reversed his car out of the parking space. 'Well, it all started when me and my friends were drinking. One of my friend got convinced that he was in love with the dragoness who served us. Of course, it was not real love, it was cause he was drunk. Seriously, to now, I could remember the scene like it was just yesturday. My friend trying to act sexy and cool in front of the dragoness, and the dragoness looking at him like he was one of the craziest dragons she'd ever met. Of course, we were all drunk, but what my friend did was just hilarious. First he tried to look sexy, then he tried to look cool. Then he tried to buy her with money, and when the dragoness asked him why, he literally slurred that he loved her! I mean literally! That made the dragoness look at him in a even weirder way, and in the end, she couldn't bare with him so she went and got the manager! So we got kicked out, but even when getting dragged out, he continued to say that he loved her. He passed out shortly after that, and to this day, doesn't remember what he did that day. Ane everytime me and my friends tell him, he just asks us to shut up. Apparently it's not something that he wants to remember.'

By now, they were halfway home. Aidey giggled in the passenger seat, and Dehious laughed along as well.

After about 20 minutes of talking about random things that came into mind, they were at Aidey's home. 'Thanks for the ride!' Aidey said as she climbed out of the car and closed the door behind her. 'I'll contact you later!' She was in a good mood, and it had been a good day today.

'Hey Aidey!' Dehious called, behind her. She turned around, facing him. 'Yeah?' she said questioningly.

'Do you like me?'

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