ORIGINAL: Death Drives a Mustang
So I saw this car today. Except it wasn't a Mustang. But that sounds more badass than "Death Drives a Toyota." Anyway, then I just kind of...wrote this. Idek.
Death Drives a Mustang
It was a nice car, like a really nice car. And it was hot pink. So naturally when it pulled up to the curb, my eyes were on it, and they were green. Pink or not, it was a really nice car.
The girl who slid out wasn't too bad herself. Tall, slim, long curly blonde hair--she was a wet dream on legs. On really nice legs, ending with feet clad in wicked heels. The heels were pink, to match the car and her short summer dress. Naturally, my eyes were on her, too.
She caught me staring and tossed a wink my way, and I blushed and fumbled with my cell phone and car keys, dropping the latter in a puddle and thanking god that I still had the former clutched in my hand. There was no way I could afford a replacement.
By the time I'd picked the fallen keys out of the muddy water and straightened up again, the girl was already walking down the street, heels clicking and hips swinging. She was soon swallowed up by the crowd, so I turned my attention back to the car.
It was a Mustang, brand new from the looks of it. It was shiny and perfect, not a scratch on it. There was a decal low down on the side, I realized, reflective flames and a skull. It should have been tacky as hell, but it wasn't, it seemed fitting, somehow. Like maybe that blonde bombshell was not someone to cross.
"Isn't that an awesome car?" I said to a random passerby, jerking my head in its general direction.
He just stared at me blankly. "Uhh, sure dude, if you're a soccer mom."
I looked at his retreating back incredulously, then at the car, which admittedly was parked behind a minivan, but for Christ's sake, who would even notice that first when there was a gorgeous freaking hot pink Mustang to look at?
And speaking of gorgeous freaking hot pink...
The girl came strutting back down the sidewalk, just as sexy but slower this time, as though she were looking for something or someone in particular. She smirked at me when she saw I was still watching, and I tightened my grip on my car keys this time to avoid a repeat performance. She walked right by me this time, and I followed her with my eyes, blatantly checking out her ass as I hadn't had the chance to do last time.
Suddenly she stopped and stepped closer to the buildings, presumably to allow a gu talking enthusiastically on his cell phone more room to pass. As the cell phone dude approached, she looked back over her shoulder at me and winked again...
Before she stuck her foot out and tripped the guy, shoving him away from her into traffic as he lost his balance and fell toward her. He stumbled over the curb before finally regaining his footing--just in time to get taken out by a large pickup truck.
I stared in horror, rooted to the spot, as people screamed and rushed towards the bloodied body on the pavement. The girl seemed to slide effortlessly through the crowd and back to her car, no one sparing her a second glance as she climbed inside.
The motor roared to life. She rolled down her window and blew me a kiss before she took off, tires screeching, down the road. I just had time to see the license plate before the car swung a sharp turn at the intersection.
UR NEXT.
Death Drives a Mustang
It was a nice car, like a really nice car. And it was hot pink. So naturally when it pulled up to the curb, my eyes were on it, and they were green. Pink or not, it was a really nice car.
The girl who slid out wasn't too bad herself. Tall, slim, long curly blonde hair--she was a wet dream on legs. On really nice legs, ending with feet clad in wicked heels. The heels were pink, to match the car and her short summer dress. Naturally, my eyes were on her, too.
She caught me staring and tossed a wink my way, and I blushed and fumbled with my cell phone and car keys, dropping the latter in a puddle and thanking god that I still had the former clutched in my hand. There was no way I could afford a replacement.
By the time I'd picked the fallen keys out of the muddy water and straightened up again, the girl was already walking down the street, heels clicking and hips swinging. She was soon swallowed up by the crowd, so I turned my attention back to the car.
It was a Mustang, brand new from the looks of it. It was shiny and perfect, not a scratch on it. There was a decal low down on the side, I realized, reflective flames and a skull. It should have been tacky as hell, but it wasn't, it seemed fitting, somehow. Like maybe that blonde bombshell was not someone to cross.
"Isn't that an awesome car?" I said to a random passerby, jerking my head in its general direction.
He just stared at me blankly. "Uhh, sure dude, if you're a soccer mom."
I looked at his retreating back incredulously, then at the car, which admittedly was parked behind a minivan, but for Christ's sake, who would even notice that first when there was a gorgeous freaking hot pink Mustang to look at?
And speaking of gorgeous freaking hot pink...
The girl came strutting back down the sidewalk, just as sexy but slower this time, as though she were looking for something or someone in particular. She smirked at me when she saw I was still watching, and I tightened my grip on my car keys this time to avoid a repeat performance. She walked right by me this time, and I followed her with my eyes, blatantly checking out her ass as I hadn't had the chance to do last time.
Suddenly she stopped and stepped closer to the buildings, presumably to allow a gu talking enthusiastically on his cell phone more room to pass. As the cell phone dude approached, she looked back over her shoulder at me and winked again...
Before she stuck her foot out and tripped the guy, shoving him away from her into traffic as he lost his balance and fell toward her. He stumbled over the curb before finally regaining his footing--just in time to get taken out by a large pickup truck.
I stared in horror, rooted to the spot, as people screamed and rushed towards the bloodied body on the pavement. The girl seemed to slide effortlessly through the crowd and back to her car, no one sparing her a second glance as she climbed inside.
The motor roared to life. She rolled down her window and blew me a kiss before she took off, tires screeching, down the road. I just had time to see the license plate before the car swung a sharp turn at the intersection.
UR NEXT.