Mr.Right

"Are we taking a left turn or a right one?"

"Uh... And how am I supposed to know that?" Maverick asks rhetorically and I cuss under my breath. He sighs. "April, please tell me we're not lost."

I bite my lip. "We're... Um...not lost." I say obediently.

"Good. Now say it like you mean it."

"Ok, calm down," I say, twiddling the steering wheel. "I'm sure the fair's just around the corner..."

Even I don't believe myself.

Somehow, I managed to end up in the driver's seat of Maverick's car, after a slight argument about who was going to drive. My very narrow streak of stubbornness chose to kick in and I suggested a fair game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide.

Because, yeah. I'm childish like that.

Two hours later, I'm pretty sure we've stumbled into a completely different continent. It got dark hours ago and starlight twinkles above us.

Maverick turns to me. "You said you knew the way."

"I used to know the way," I reply. "I never said that I still do."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "We are so lost."

"Um, yeah," I say. "I think we are." I knew that from the moment the cars around us faded into trees and bushes and silence. "I'm just going to turn the car around and turn on my phone's GPS."

"I told you to do that two hours ago," says Maverick, slightly grumpily and I shake my head.

"Well, you should've sounded more convincing,"

I can tell Maverick's trying hard not to get mad because I can hear him grinding his teeth.

This is the first time I've seen him looking pissed. He usually has this huge smile plastered on his face... But the frown lines appearing on his forehead right now look menacing.

The car's ignition roars to life when I turn it on but it dies immediately after.

Oh, no. This is not good.

I try five more times, but I'm pretty sure luck isn't on my side today. When the car remains lifeless, I stare into the dark night and begin devising of ways of killing myself.

"So," I hear Maverick say, sounding calm despite the look on his face. "The car's battery has died. What are we going to do now?"

The guilt inside me doubles ten times more as I place my head on the steering wheel and groan. "I'm sorry."

I'm half expecting him to yell at me but, instead, I hear a clicking sound as he steps out of the car to open the car's hood.

Maybe not everyone is like Tony.

to go to the road and call for help -

them weeks ago, but I still adore them. I don't really fancy walking through a load of dust. "But my shoes

snorts. "I hope your shoes

eyes on my

was the one who got us

and I get out the car, muttering at every

road isn't too bright because there aren't many streetlights, but I can still see a car coming towards us at full speed. Its front lights are blazing and I'm not sure the people in it have seen me, so I throw my hands up

slowing down, and even leaves fumes and dust

the fair He said, it'll be fun He said. How fun is this

phone's screen lits up and I see Jim as the caller ID.

I say into the phone, hoping to sound breezy, but I yank it away from my ears when

had just one job to do and you blew

temples. "Look, I can explain..." I begin, but he

on the phone." There's a little bit of

Amie!" she exclaims. "We missed you at the fair - is

the lie. "And I understand that you wanted to hang out... But, um, something huge has kind of come up. I

us take the Ferris wheel because he thinks it's

okay?"

mad at you for

weird saying that?" I ask curiously. I've always wondered how Jacqueline feels so comfortable with me being close to Jim, even after she

"Saying what?"

a safe trip back to

for her response but I'm

phone's battery has just died.

Great.

this night get any

before I can even think about flagging it down. There has to be at least one good Samaritan out there; I

...Two hours later...

feel

they're quaking right now from too

stood this long without sitting down was when I wanted to get tickets to see the Jonas Brothers perform live. And the queue

very thin rope between life and death, and

Maverick asks me now. He joined me an hour ago, as he thought help

waiting for the results. I'm not sure his theory is correct.

"Why?"

sidewalk just over there." He points across the road. "We

can't, he can't exactly carry me all the

limp as I follow behind him all the way to the

enough to carry one person so it's a

quiet that you could hear

a very serious expression

then, neither am I.