Make Out In Your Mustang To Radiohead Novels & Stories

. . . Mum turned up the volume on the car stereo, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth. “Let's put on some music,” she said cheerfully. “The drive is long. This playlist should keep us entertained.” The music boomed through the speakers — loud, upbeat pop songs that filled the entire car. Perfect. Jake grinned against my ear. “They can’t see us now,” he whispered. “And with the music this loud… they won’t hear us either.” He gripped my hips and started thrusting up into me, fucking me hard and deep while the music blasted.

Determined little roaches. “Hold tight,” I muttered as I slammed the pedal down harder. I weaved through traffic like I was born in an engine block—left, right, between two buses—every sharp turn carving away the tension in my chest. God, it had been a while since I felt this alive. I reached up, yanked off the moustache, then peeled the cap from my hair with one hand while steering with the other. “ISLA, WHAT THE FUCK?” Raymond shrieked, gripping the dashboard like it owed him rent. “Do you want to kill us?!”

I conceded, bringing my hand back to the wheel. I don’t know much about Sage’s taste in music beyond that they like Immortal Eclipse. From the corner of my eye, I watched them on their phone. They tilted the screen just enough so I couldn’t tell what they were doing. This should be interesting or terrifying. I guess I’ll find out. Sage smiled, proud of whatever playlist they created as they connected their phone to the car’s Bluetooth.

“See you later mom. Love you.” After I have my quick bite to eat, I say my goodbyes to my parents and make my way out to my car and climb in, I start it up and listen to it purr for a moment. I love this car. Once I have satisfied my appreciation for the engine I have in my badass sixty-six mustang GT, after I found it for a steal a couple years ago, I managed to get it working all on my own and I am so proud of the work I put into it.

When I got to my car it was covered in what I hope to be vanilla ice cream, but the birds that circled above said other wise. I made my way to the car wash, putting the setting on slow and steamy to ensure that all the stains would come out. I turned on the radio to Power 105 FM, which blasted this Love by Maroon 5, as part of Throw back Tuesday. I sang along, to where I eventually broke down in tears. "You idiot, why didn't you wear your seat belt? I wouldn't be here right now." I cried. I don't know why I looked to my left, but when I did, people were on the inside staring at me.

He laughed and closed the door. He got in too and then started the car. The car was of course a convertible, so we decided to keep the roof down. I connected my phone to the aux and put of Lord Huron's 'The Night We Met' because I had heard a part of it in 13 Reasons Why and I fell in love with it instantly. Blake pulled up into a street and then we went to a highway. I was literally enjoying it. I loved the way how the wind blew past us.

In the bottom of a canyon, if I get to that point, I’ll make sure to film it and send it his way. I hit the radio to blare music, frowning as the rock station he favors bursts into life and immediately press it to another frequency. Hating even the sound of anything that makes me think of Jyeon and twist in my seat until I land on a pop station playing a BTS song and leave it alone. It’s a happy, upbeat collab with a band I like, Coldplay, and somehow despite my dark mood, it helps me relax into my leather molded seat to focus on driving.

He hisses and shuts the door. I watch him walk to the driver's seat. He wastes no time in starting the car. Once we hit the road he tunes the radio. It is a hip-hop station. I hate hip-hop. I reach for it and tune. I stop where I find Coldplay's song fix you playing. I lean back satisfied and start to sing along. My joy is short-lived. "Total crap!" Quinn snaps and tunes it back to the original station. "People aren't things to be fixed." He spats.

But I was too lazy to do anything. "I heard you!" I frowned at him, for which he rolled his eyes. He circled his arms around my shoulder and helped me walk out of his packhouse, and reach his black Lamborghini. We both sat in awkward silence, he was busy driving. I looked out the window and counted the passing trees. My eyes hurt after a while of trying to count the passing trees. So I turned on the radio to lighten up the mood, One direction's song started to play which put a big smile on my face, God I love their songs.

He says. I don’t open the door. I grab my headphones and plug them into my computer. I start looking at the pictures I took today while music plays in the background. That way I don’t have to listen to Jaidyn. I move one so I can hear to see if he is still at my door. I hear him walk away and then I hear something hit a wall. Did he just throw something? I slip the headphone back into place. I stay in my room for a few hours. I finally have no choice but to venture out. I turn my music off and shut my computer. I let out a sigh and unlocked my door. The bus was quiet and when I shut my door there was a note taped to it. -Kyaria