Unhinged

The CJ-5

*Scotts POV*

Yelling. Panic. Heat.

Yet everything was silent.

My head felt like it was being cooked by the sun, forever burning. I couldn't feel my body.

I opened my eyes, head rolling to the side. I lifted my hand to my head, trying to soothe the burning sensation. It was wet. My hands sticky with blood, I tried to remember what had happened.

*Flashback*

"Scott! Hey its okay, don't worry, just breathe - SCOTT WATCH OUT! NO!"

*End flashback*

I had fallen, but how was I still here? I took in my surroundings. I seemed to of only fallen a few meters, onto a ledge sticking out underneath the cliff.

"Scott!" I heard Mitch call out, and suddenly, my problems shrunk into minute issues. "Oh thank God you're okay! Don't move though! Want to make sure nothing is broken" Mitch rushed down the long way around the cliff, opting to walk rather than fall. I couldn't help but smile. Doesn't even matter that I fell, my guardian angel is here now. So beautiful and perfect and-

"I'm glad you're smiling but for the life of me I don't know why. You just fell off a cliff, you've got blood gushing out of your head and you're smiling? I think you're in shock Scott."

"I'm more than okay" I kept smiling at the boy, totally encapsulated by him, not wanting to look away, because nothing else would ever compare to him.

"Yeah I hope so. You know, I may have just met you, but you're definitely leaving a lasting impression on me. Okay, your head. Its bleeding but not too much. I don't know how you aren't seriously injured, you've defiantly got some kind of guardian angel watching over you"

"You're telling me." My tone was light, as though I was going to fall asleep. Nothing really mattered right now. Sleep did seem like a good idea though.

"No no no Scott you've got to keep your eyes open honey. Yeah that's it, just keep smiling and looking at me,  good boy" He sounded like a lullaby.

A soft, sweet smile gazed down at me, worn by the most perfect boy one had ever seen. Dreamy brown eyes and the most gorgeous smile. This is a face that anyone would be lucky to look at.

"Come on Scott, let's see if we can get you up. 1,2,3!"

On three, Mitch used all of his 2 pounds of body mass in a failed attempt to haul me to his side. After what seemed like forever, I was up, but barely. Feeling like I was going to collapse, we walked, arms around each others shoulder, to my car. An old 1980 Jeep, faded light blue paint and a retractable roof.

"A CJ-5 huh?" Mitch seemed to be looking the car over, just taking it in, not in a bad way, more like he was trying to figure me out.

"You know much about cars?" I was beginning to like him more and more, becoming increasingly impressed by the second.

"No, but I can read" He pointed to the back of the vehicle, where the cars name was printed in bold, clear letters. Smart ass.

He laughed and shrugged it off, simultaneously helping me get into the passenger seat. "All I know about cars is that I don't have one, the price they're selling for is more than I've got in my non-existent bank account, and gas prices are as high as you look right now...and let me tell you, boy you look stoned"

He brought his fingers in front of my face, putting on a concerned expression and snapping twice. "Oh shut it!" I laughed it off, not being able to hide my amusement "Sorry I just fell off a cliff you know! Next time I'll be sure to look less high!"