“We both know this is a horrible idea, right?”  Eva looks to Milo her usually wide eyes narrowed in his direction. “I mean, who even does this?”

            “We do,” he answered with a sloppy grin showing off his crooked top set of teeth. He bends over, the back of his bright cobalt band shirt riding up and showing off the waistband of his boxers. Eva couldn’t help but notice the bright red and white Poke’balls and snorted. She was dealing with a man-child.

            Eva tucks a strand of burgundy hair behind her ear as Milo straps the old Sonoran patterned couch to the back of his truck with the tow cable. She knew this was dangerous and would quite possibly end in a trip to the hospital for one of them, but it was hard to say ‘no’ to Milo when he decided on something.

            “So, what exactly are you wanting me to do?” She taps her foot on the cracked asphalt as he stands, shaggy hair in his eyes once righted.

            “Drive the truck around the building, ten miles an hour tops.”

            “You know I don’t have a license, right?” She says, her voice completely deadpan.

            “It’s like falling off a log, Eva—you’ll be fine. You won’t even have to shift except into drive.” Milo shrugs and taps the side of the bed; paint chips fall off the faded Ford.

            “Are you sure she can handle it?” There was no way Eva was getting behind the wheel of this thing if it was just going to fall apart from under her. She briefly entertained the idea of all four wheels popping off at once and fought the smile that came with it.

If she smiled, Milo would take that as a ‘yes’ and she’d be stuck.

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“Shhhh, she’ll hear you,” Milo frowns and rubs the black liner for the bed. “She didn’t mean it, baby.”

“Do you two need time alone? I mean, she’s got a tail pipe”

“Fuck off—either you drive, or you surf, which is it?”

Eva looked between the couch—a plush two-seater that they’d found in the alleyway behind her house and loaded into the truck only half an hour before, and the truck. She didn’t know what scared her more: zooming around without any protective gear on a couch going ten miles an hour or driving the truck without a license towing said couch.

            “Seriously, Eva—it’ll be fine.” The blonde teen puts a hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze. He smiles wide, green eyes glinting under the streetlight.

            Eva knew then there was no way she was getting out of it. He was her ride, and she wouldn’t put it past him to say her way home was going along with his plan.

            Her only other option would be to call her parents for a ride home, and there was no way she was doing that. She had told them she was hanging out with the other girls from the color guard.

            “I’ll drive,” she mutters utterly defeated.

            “Yes!” He hops and heel-clicks, his VANS making a dull thud at the height of his jump. Eva rolls her eyes and holds her hands out for the keys. This was bar-none the stupidest idea he’d ever had.

            The keys hit her palm, and Milo immediately climbs onto the couch, his knees digging into the cushions. His hands that are usually wrapped around mallets are now gripping the arm as he looks at her with wide puppy dog eyes to hurry up and get the show on the road.

            Eva gets into the truck and buckles up first thing.

            Safety first, the girl snorts and slams the door cutting off Milo’s mantra of ‘go go go’. Once the car is on, and in gear, she eases onto the gas, paying special attention to not go over ten.

            There’s an obnoxious scraping sound from behind her from the feet of the couch and the metal of the tow cable hanging down is causing sparks on the pavement. This is sure to attract some attention as she rounds the side of the small bistro they were hidden behind, but when she sees the exhilaration in Milo’s face as he’s now standing, like a dumbass in a surfer’s stance, she can’t regret a thing.