Challenge #2 - June table of doom
Title: Everything is Catching on Fire
Lyric(s) and band(s) Used: Come On and Wreck My Car by TMBG
Word Count: 280
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Artie moves to LA. A(nother) series of fics based on the "Fingertips" suite by TMBG.
Your hands are clenched on the steering wheel of your new car. You've been in LA for two weeks now and it's not going very well. You've been stuck in traffic on the freeway for over an hour, inching your way home. You're still staying at Rachel's house for the time being. It's not so bad, if you don't mind your back killing you from the air mattress. Rachel is barely ever home. Come to think of it, neither are you. You've been spending all day at interviews or trying to make connections. Or stuck in traffic.
You can't take it anymore. The car’s black interior feels like you're in an oven. You get nervous from every move the other cars make. You decide to take the next exit and get off the freeway. You don't mind going to long way home.
The traffic on the side streets is just as bad. It's not bumper to bumper but the cars speed almost like they're driving bumper cars. The thought makes you even more nervous.
You stop at a red light and breath a sigh of relief. You're almost home safe. A familiar song comes on the radio and you smile.
Suddenly, you are jolted from behind. You suck in a breath. You look up, a car rammed into you from behind.
You try to assess any bodily damage, but you're still in shock. You feel like you can't breathe.
You’re about to get out of the car and talk to the guy who did this, but it only gets worse. He drives away. Suddenly, you’re stuck in the middle of an intersection. You never wanted to drive to begin with.
Lyric(s) and band(s) Used: Come On and Wreck My Car by TMBG
Word Count: 280
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Glee
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Artie moves to LA. A(nother) series of fics based on the "Fingertips" suite by TMBG.
Your hands are clenched on the steering wheel of your new car. You've been in LA for two weeks now and it's not going very well. You've been stuck in traffic on the freeway for over an hour, inching your way home. You're still staying at Rachel's house for the time being. It's not so bad, if you don't mind your back killing you from the air mattress. Rachel is barely ever home. Come to think of it, neither are you. You've been spending all day at interviews or trying to make connections. Or stuck in traffic.
You can't take it anymore. The car’s black interior feels like you're in an oven. You get nervous from every move the other cars make. You decide to take the next exit and get off the freeway. You don't mind going to long way home.
The traffic on the side streets is just as bad. It's not bumper to bumper but the cars speed almost like they're driving bumper cars. The thought makes you even more nervous.
You stop at a red light and breath a sigh of relief. You're almost home safe. A familiar song comes on the radio and you smile.
Suddenly, you are jolted from behind. You suck in a breath. You look up, a car rammed into you from behind.
You try to assess any bodily damage, but you're still in shock. You feel like you can't breathe.
You’re about to get out of the car and talk to the guy who did this, but it only gets worse. He drives away. Suddenly, you’re stuck in the middle of an intersection. You never wanted to drive to begin with.