The world was grey, no light could be seen for miles ahead except for a pair of bright headlights belonging to a scratched up 1968 Dodge Charger. Its black paint chipped, smeared and scratched, the left headlight was cracked. The rims were new and shiny, barely a scratch on them. To anyone else the car looked beat up, a piece of junk, to those with slimmer, shinier cars. To its owner, it's what he called home. Never once did he have a roof over his head but when he climbed over a gate, ignoring the trespassing sign looking for warmth, food, even shelter if he was lucky. He had found the car, abandoned, battered and worn yet he felt a slight attraction to it but to tell the truth he saw himself when he looked at that car. The sudden …show more content…
They were both ready to hit the road and never look back. They travelled from coast to coast, working odd jobs here and there for extra cash. Crashing at dingy motels on nights that seemed endless. This was his life now and he never seemed to mind. The first motel he stayed at was called Melody Inn. They always had little tunes playing in the lobby and he still found himself humming them under his breath every once in a while. The name Melody was suiting as he always found comfort in the soft melodic sounds of the …show more content…
Her story wasn't something she liked nor wanted to tell. "What makes you think I got a story, chup?" She may have gotten a bit defensive leaving her tone flat. He was slightly taken aback by her roughness. He slightly shrugged his shoulders trying to hide the slight pang of hurt in his chest, "Most people I know got a story, figured you might have one too." Something inside Val made her want to tell him, to trust him with something she sometimes didn't trust herself with. Her lips remained sealed for the moment, unsure of what she would say. The window had looked distracting so she leaned her head against it and wished to forget everything, except for him. They drove in silence, aside from the blaring radio, for two more hours. Melody had been acting up throughout the two hours until she finally gave out. Her engine had stopped and the vehicle had come to a halt on the side of a road.

"Come on Mel, don't do this to me now."

This had captured the attention of Val.
"Mel? Please don't tell me you are the kinda guy who names his car?"
"Not right now," he snapped back, opening his door while turning the keys, gripping them tightly. Although he was pissed, he gently closed Mels door. He could never do that to