This is a mutli-shot idea I had in mind for a long time, I estimate it's about two or three parts. Hope you all like it. Here is the first part.
Disaster after disaster, life was tough for the seventeen year old Chelsea Moore. And the clouds to her storm only seemed to get thicker and darker. Life for this teen started going downhill when her much beloved mother past away due causes of breast cancer when she was at the tender and fragile age of thirteen. Not only did she lose her mother, but she lost her closest friend. It wasn’t as if Chelsea came from a wealthy family, her father was a cabdriver in NYC. So it was obvious, she led a quite deprived life whilst her father rolled in the cash by driving around maniacal work-a-holics, earning just enough for the two of them and to pay the rent of their apartment in Brooklyn.
So you’d say she was doing okay, right? Her life was starting to turn back to normal and they could move on with their lives? Well, life was going fairly well for a few years yes. But then Chelsea was hit with another disaster, in this case it concerned her father who wasn’t careful when crossing the street while running a quick errand. He got hit by one of those yellow things he drove himself, injuring his leg severely. It wasn’t certain if he could drive again in the coming months and he was going to have to go get a temporary job. Leaving the old and dusty cab parked outside their apartment’s building.
Back in the present, the Saturday morning was drizzly and gray as ever whilst the rain poured down from the skies above. Chelsea was lounging around in her father’s cab; it hadn’t been used for weeks. She was slouched down in the driver’s seat, wearing a gray colored cardigan, suiting the deluged day in the Big Apple perfectly, with her by the knees ripped up denim jeans she just blankly stared ahead of her, listening to the rain tick on the car’s window. Chelsea would drive the bright yellow colored cab around the town and take over her father’s job, if it was actually legal. Unfortunately Chelsea wasn’t too privileged to have gotten her driver’s license. With a groan the young teenager flipped out the car’s sun shield, sulking in her thoughts whilst looking at a picture stuck behind the sun shield; a picture with a seven-year old Chelsea on it, cradled on the lap of her mom.
Abruptly brought out of her peaceful moment of misery a strange figure pulled open the door of the cab, sliding down in the passenger’s seat behind her. Chelsea immediately straightened up, peering over to the rearview mirror, seeing a smug and arrogant looking figure sitting in the back, with his legs dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, folded over each other he hid his true identity well with his sunglasses. “I’m not on duty, sorry.” Chelsea muffled out tensely, keeping her eyes set straight on the sidewalk beside her. The passenger sighed, slipping out his wallet as he pulled out a few green colored bills. “Get me to the airport within half an hour and I’ll pay you the double of what I have in my hands right now.” He stated in a hoarse voice, stuffing the paper bills back in his wallet. Stuck in a mental war, driving this guy illegally and earning some extra cash for her father or just sending the guy back out on the sidewalk and shunning away from breaking the law, what was she going to do?
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” She spoke up, turning the key around causing the engine to rumble as it slowly started up. From the corner of her eye she could see the passenger smile satisfied. You’d think she couldn’t drive right, since she wasn’t in the possession of a license. Hell no, you’d think if your dad was a cabdriver he would’ve taught his daughter how to drive, right? Correct. Her hands resting on the all too familiar steering wheel she effortlessly drove the car right onto the road.
Being a kid from that hung around on the streets a lot she knew her way around, and she knew the perfect route to avoid the ever so annoying traffic jams. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to go left here? The airport is that way.” The passenger suddenly spoke up, noting how Chelsea took a right when the airport was located in the direction left from them. “Trust me, I know my way around.” Chelsea spoke back confidently driving down an alley that led to an open freeway.
“So what’s a young, beautiful girl like you doing driving people around New York?”
“Not like I have a choice.” The tense teen muttered under her breath, slightly brushing her hair out of her face, making sure this prying passenger didn’t get too familiar with her. She wouldn’t want him finding out she actually didn’t have a license and get fined. Heck, she could get fined for not having an actual license to drive people around as a cabdriver.
“What was that?”
Chelsea cleared her throat. “Uh nothing, I said that I actually like my job.” She lied edgily stepping on the gas pedal, the cab drove faster and faster passing by more cars driving at a slow pace.
“Aren’t you a little young to drive a cab around?”
Dammn it. Chelsea thought to herself, out of frustration she stepped on the gas pedal once more, just shaking her head. “No.” She simply replied, regretting that she ever accepted his offer and started up the engine.
“Well, Chelsea Amelia Moore it looks to me that you are.” The nuisance of a passenger stated confidently.
Chelsea’s ears pitched tensely, the car slowed down giving Chelsea the opportunity to shoot a glance back towards the passenger’s seat. “How do you know my full name?” Chelsea questioned looking at him with uttermost shock, whilst her bright chestnut colored eyes drilled holes in her passenger’s forehead, seeing how her passenger held a small card in his hands, her student identity card to be exact. She must have left it in the backseat when lounging around after school and completely forgot about it.
“Missing something?” He asked arrogantly holding up the card, extending his hand towards her. Peeved as ever Chelsea snatched the pass away from him and stuck it in the pocket of her jeans turning her eyes back on the road, angrily pressing her foot up against the gas pedal. “Not anymore.” Chelsea stated firmly, hearing a small laugh come from the backseat.
“I’m sorry; it’s a nice picture though. You look pretty.”
Charming, she couldn’t deny that. No matter how peeved she was. “Thanks.” She stubbornly muttered, uncomfortably fidgeting her finger around as it traced the small lines in the leather of the steering wheel. The airport wasn’t too far from here, and she was right on schedule and maybe even breaking her record taking in account when she slowed down due to unexpected circumstances. She was pretty serious about all that jazz, yes.
Her eyes trailing back to the rearview mirror she saw how her passenger confidently stared at her through the rearview mirror too. A little startled her eyes hurriedly focused on the road, taking a right driving towards the departures terminal of the airport.
“This is your stop.” Chelsea stated, pulling up in front of the departures hall. Her passenger slid up his sleeve, checking the time on his watch. “Nicely done.” He commented, sliding out the double amount of dollar bills he had taken out of his wallet before, handing them over to Chelsea. “Thank you.” Chelsea replied politely, the passenger smiled politely for the first time. He opened up the car door, his head lingering inside the cab whilst he looked over at her with a smooth grin.
“For what it’s worth, I’m Joe. Joe Jonas, it’s only fair right?” He stepped out onto the sidewalk, shutting the car door, leaving Chelsea a little confused whilst she pensively stared ahead of her, not realizing her former passenger Joe still stood there, writing down the phone number printed on the side of the yellow colored cab along with the black text: ‘Need a ride? Call us now.’
“Jonas.” She mumbled to herself, stepping on the gas pedal as she drove away, heading back home. All that was left was driving home as fast as she could, without being caught by the cops and hope this Joe Jonas didn’t out her to the police.
Why did the name ‘Jonas’ seem so familiar to her?
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She’s beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego.
