This Is Why I Need A Car

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

It was about damn time Akeem got a car. Seriously though, what was his father thinking? Oh right, it was ‘fair punishment’ for being sent back here after they spent so much money for college. It was so he can learn to be ‘responsible’ and ‘adult’. He just wanted an excuse to punish him, really. Which kind of sucked because out of his two parents, his father was the one he liked the most. Which meant he tolerated the man. That could still count as love.

That meant Akeem had to take the bus back to Bellefonte. The same bus that just left the stop and went down the street. Akeem tried to chase after it when he realised that but he stopped pretty quickly. There was no point he could catch it. He might as well give up. He sighed heavily. That was just perfect. His fastest ride back to school, and he was saying this with irony, just left without him. As if he didn’t hate this place enough already!

“Damn!” he exclaimed before groaning. He knew it was pointless but it felt good to let it out and it was better than to kick and punch everything on sight, his second option to get it off his system. Now what? A taxi? They had to have some around, right? But it was not exactly like New York with them swarming around, just waiting for you to call them out. “It wouldn’t have happened had you left me my car,” he grumbled in direction of a father who was not here. But who cared, it felt good to curse at someone, even if he was miles away. He pulled out his phone, hoping he could get a taxi or find out when another bus might just show itself.

TAG: Tony Dunn

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Standing on the other side of the street, Tony had watched the boy run after the bus, which clearly could have cared less about the young man wanting to hitch a ride. The whole thing was rather amusing, really. Here she'd been, going into town to look around and get familiar with her new setting, and look what happened; she found entertainment almost instantly. Who would have thought, right?

Though, after a few minutes of watching, Tony decided it was enough watching and that actually talking to the guy was probably for the best. After all, standing there, with a smirk on her face, could quickly get her into trouble.

Waiting for the cars to pass the street, Tony wandered over. Hands in pockets, she offered the boy a nod in greeting. "Howdy," the Australian said once she reached him, head tilting slightly. She couldn't quite keep the amused expression off of her face. "Havin' trouble there, I see." She looked in the direction the bus had went off to. Sadly, she didn't have a car for herself yet - though, she'd only been around a little while. She did however have her bike: she'd sold her old one back in Aussie land and with the money she'd gotten from that, she'd managed to buy one of those really cool and really noisy dirt bikes.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem did not expect anyone would witness this embarrassing moment. That is, no one who’d give a shit or rub it in his face. What were the odds of someone else from the academy to be here at the same time as he was to see this? Apparently bigger than he first imagined. Or he had the worst of luck ever. That was probably it. His karma was the worst of all. First his father took his car and now the bus left without him. He had no idea how long it would take until the next one showed up. It could easily take over an hour and he was not going to wait this long.

But someone came to talk to him. Some tough looking girl with a weird and think accent came over and talked to him or was the most cross-eyed person he met for she definitely was staring his way. It wasn’t so much the fact she talked to him that annoyed him so much as the smirk on her face. She was amused by his troubles.

“Trouble? No. Nothing more annoying than a tiny cobble in your shoe,” he let out but he could not help the sarcasm to pour out of him as he talked to her. He did not particularly enjoy when people decided to come to him and laugh at his expense. “It’s nothing that I can’t sort out in a minute,” he added with his phone out. Though, truth be told, it would likely take more than a minute. He didn’t know any taxi company number and in this situation, his mind was not so good at sorting out whom amongst his friends and acquaintances had a car and might be willing to pick him up. Somehow, the only name that came to him was a guy with the worst sense of direction ever. He peeked from his phone. She was still there. Why was she still there? “You were waiting for the bus too?”

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Laughing, Tony nodded. "Well, that surely is annoying," she said, not in the slightest deterred by the guy's response. It was such a nice thing, not giving a crap about what people thought. Still though, her blue eyes remained on the boy and the amusement only grew further. Raising her hands, she took a step away. "Alright, I get the point," she mused. "Nah," she shook her head. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "I brought my dirt bike," she said.

"Though, seeing as you've got it covered--" she nodded towards his phone. "I 'spose there's no point in me offerin' you a ride." She would more than happily drive the guy wherever he needed, though, she suspected him actually asking or accepting the offer, given his grouchy mood wouldn't be as simple. She recognized the type - or at the very least thought that she did. He seemed like the arrogant, prideful ones. The type that didn't ask for help easily.

However, Tony did take another step away, readying herself to turn around and walk away. "If you change your mind though, my bike's right around the corner," she tossed over her shoulder with a playful shrug.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem looked back at the girl when she laughed. Was this how it felt when someone kept nagging you for their own pleasure? Man, that was annoying! And she merely began. No, this was not going to make him reconsider how he treated some people but he saw now how frustrating this could be. She even smiled. She shouldn’t smile like this. He was the one doing that, not the one who suffered it. And, of course, she didn’t come here for the bus. He looked above her shoulder at the bike she mentioned. Then back at her. Yes, he could see her as some sort of little biker. She had the right attitude to become a cliché.

She offered him a ride on this. Akeem never saw much of an appeal to motorcycles. If someone wanted to risk breaking their necks after riding at super speed on a highway, it was their problem. He was far more interested in owning a Mercedes than a Harley Davidson. “You don’t even know where I’m going,” he pointed out. Besides, he was not going to trust her that easily just because she offered him a ride. If she was from here but was not mutant, she’ll freak out knowing where he was heading and if she was from Bellefonte... well she just didn’t look his type. At all.

He looked around, his face showing the debate that was going through inside of him. She was mocking him and he didn’t like that. Sure, she offered to help but he had no reason to believe her. Plus she was having fun at his expense. “Where are you heading?” It was a bad idea. Even if she went close to where he wanted to go, he was not sure he’d accept. Riding this... with her...