You're Not My Flavor

Hiding Out In The Village

Chapter Fifteen-Hiding Out In The Village

“Now what?” Harley whispers.

“Why are you whispering?” I whisper back.

She shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

I shrug too. “Neither do I.”

An awkward pause settles through the air as we just look at each other. She blinks at me. “Bart?”

“What?”

“Are we leaving…or what?”

Oh. Shit. “Uh-yeah. Sorry.” I whirl around and realize we don’t have any power to use the elevator. “Other way.” I turn around and open the side door that leads to the stairs. We jog up them and come to a door. I pull my keys out and unlock it. You can only get down here if you have the keys, which I’m the only person on this whole entire earth that does. “Come on.”

We appear in the lobby, but it looks a lot darker now. There’s a handful of people up near the front desk, filing - more like yelling- complaints at the little old lady worker. I kind of feel bad for her. I make a motion with my finger to Harley to be quiet. She follows me as we secretly make our way out the front door.

The sun is setting now and there’s not that many people out on the beach. I don’t know why. It’s so pretty outside. “What now?”

“We are going to hijack a golf cart.”

She nods, then does a double take. “Um…what?”

“Golf cart. Hijack. No comprehend-o?”

“Why are we hijacking it?”

I shrug. “We’re not really. I have a key.”

“…Or we could just take a car.”

“You’re no fun,” I pout. “If you’re going to leave, leave in style. Always remember that. Now let’s do this thing!” I speed over to one of the golf carts on the side and flick the key in. These are used for the workers to get around the island faster. Harley hops in next to me and we speed off into the sunset.

…Actually, we’re going the complete opposite way of the sunset.

But a guy can dream, right?

…Or is it a girl can dream…

I don’t know.

I get confused easily.

But guys dream too!

One time, I had this day dream that I was playing soccer.