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[color=gray][color=a2d39c]“So, Isabella texted me last night?”[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]“Ooh, a booty call?”[/color]

The moving truck loped across the street, the inhabitants laughing as darkness tinged the sky. The small space inside smelled heavily of French fries and chocolate milkshakes. Chris and River couldn’t get enough of the smell. Ever since they were little, Chris’s mom would get them French fries and chocolate milkshakes and they would scurry into Chris’s dad’s truck, sitting there and eating. It started as a way for peace and quiet, but soon became a tradition. After inheriting his father’s truck, Chris became reliant on the short time it took for them to finish their delicious treats. River never asked him why, she didn’t need to. It was because it was a short return to normalcy for him, a piece of his old life. They never talk about it.

[color=a2d39c]“I wouldn’t call it a booty call. She was drunk.”[/color] Chris chuckled, stuffing a french fry into his mouth. He swallowed before continuing, [color=a2d39c]“She was nagging me about getting back together.”[/color]

River smiled, flicking a lock of red from her face and sipping her milkshake. [color=7ea7d8]“What did you do to get rid of her?”[/color]

Chris smiled in amusement, his green eyes shining with a mischievousness that River rolled her eyes at. [color=a2d39c]“Well, I told her we were dating of course.”[/color] Chris said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

[color=7ea7d8]“Ha! And did she really believe you?”[/color] The girl shook her head, slumping against the car door and slamming her shoeless feet on the dashboard. Chris had the mind to swat her feet away, but he knew it would be useless.

[color=a2d39c]“Half the school thinks we’re dating – I mean, we did kiss once.”[/color] Chris reminded, taking a smooth turn onto the darkened road by the lake.

[color=7ea7d8]“It was [i]spin the bottle[/i]! By the laws of teenage-dom, I had to kiss you.”[/color] River complained, ripping a fry in half. [color=7ea7d8]“Besides, you’re like a brother – you even call my mom ‘ma.’”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“Hey, I’m just preparing myself to be your future husband. Thirty years, remember? We made a pact.”[/color] Chris murmured.

[color=7ea7d8]“We were [i]five.[/i]”[/color]

Chris was about to say more when they saw the flashing blue and red lights up ahead. The lake would have been indiscernible if not for the shimmering beams of moon occasionally sliding upon the lake’s surface. The ambulance was there as well, a block of white that River had to squint at to see what they were carting around, but even then couldn’t tell.

[color=a2d39c]“What are you making of this, Great Seer?”[/color] Chris asked sarcastically, but the words struck a chord in River’s chest.

A voice, feminine and masculine yet neither all at the same time, whispered in her ear. The words were jumbled, not making any sense, and the closer the car came to the scene, the louder the voice was. She felt her chest tightened and an urge – no, a dire need – to go to the lake resounded in her mind. The car crept closer and closer to the oncoming chaos and River felt, with each wheel-turn, her heart was squeezed tighter and tighter. They needed to pass it, needed to, or she would surely go insane. They were almost there – they couldn’t stop, they shouldn’t, but she needed to. [i]Keep going, please keep going.[/i] Only a short distance now, and she would be free.

[color=7ea7d8]“Stop!”[/color] River managed to yell, her voice strangled and croaky. Immediately, Chris stepped on the brakes and the car jolted to a stop. 

[color=a2d39c]“What?”[/color]

River ignored him, instead focusing on her hands which she wrung and wrought together until they were white. Then, she unlocked her door and stepped out, [color=7ea7d8]“Stay here, Chris. I’ll be right back.”[/color]

River didn’t bother hiding, instead she took steady, measured steps until she knew they would definitely see her, then ducked low to the ground and crept around the ambulance. She peered inside the hospital truck, trying to see whoever was in there. Her neck craned and craned, until her eyes landed on a shining, black body bag. Someone had died.[/color]