The public parking lot was packed full of different sorts of vehicles, ranging from motorcycles to ricer cars to hardcore trucks. Behind the wheel of those, teenagers. Some were more modest about their ride. Others would rub the fact that they have that kind of car into their faces.

Jake was one of the modest ones. He was in a parking space in his pale blue Aston Martin, looking around the interior and nodding with a smile. He finally got a car. A kickass one too. The only thing that could make it better would be if his friend got the off the hood of his car!

He honked his horn a little, spooking the blonde hippie he called his friend. The blonde jumped a little and turned to face the driver. "What the hell man?"

"You can't just sit on the hood of my car, man!" Jake replied as he opened the door to get out and walked to him. "You don't see me doing that to your car."

"I don't have a car." the hippie simply replied.

"And there's the reason why." he closed the door of the Aston and walked to his friend, patting him on the back. "Just be yourself and I'm sure that...somewhere in the world someone will like you."

"Yeah. Thanks J..." his friend replied with droll in his voice. To which Jake put a hand on his shoulder and shook him a little.

"And don't sit on my car?" the young man replied. "Just because it was cheap doesn't mean you can just do whatever on it."

"Dude, it's just a car. A hunk of metal, who gives a shit?" the hippie gave the front bumper a small kick, to which Jake groaned and shook his head.

"Don't do that. Please, I will leave you here." Jake stated will brushing his hair back with his hand. He looked around the place with a huff, eying the ricers and sports cars in the parking lot. Then he spotted the one he wanted to see. A yellow Dodge Challenger with red wing vinyls on the doors and rear fenders. Unfortunately, the car wasn't exactly what he was looking for.

There she was, Julia Witwicky. The pinkette with the sloppy ponytail and bangs, sporting her usual black skull hoodie and shin ripped jeans. Sporting her signature smile as her blue eyes sparkled.

"Okay, uh...stay here, I'll be right back." Jake said to his friend as he began to walk from his ride to the Dodge. With a smile he tapped the shoulder of the pinkette, getting her attention.

The girl quickly spun around, wearing a huge grin as she looked at him. "Jake! Didn't think you'd be here."

"Yeah me neither. But then again, I wouldn't usually have this much time on my hands." the young teen gave a shrug as he sighed.

"Where's your brother?" she asked with a raised brow, placing her hands on her hips.

"After-school activities. He said he'd find his own way home." Jake explained with another shrug. "Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I'm supervising my brother." she replied, pointing her thumb a few feet behind her, where a blonde teenager with muscles as big as his head stood with his friends, jocks.

"Oh, yeah. This is his car, right?" the teen asked, pointing to the Challenger, to which the pinkette nodded. "Okay, cool." then he snapped his fingers with a grin. "Ya know, I have a car now too."

"Really? Where?" Julie turned her head left, then right, in an attempt to spy his vehicle.

"It's over there." Jake stated as he lifted his arm in the direction of the pale blue Aston Martin. "I got it for a good price too."

The pinkette looked at the car in surprise. The body seemed in pretty good shape, but there were scrapes and scratches all over the body, not to mention the menacing red logo on the fenders.

"It...is something." she said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Yeah. I need to go get it painted though." Jake shrugged with his smile. "So, since I can't get Alan to be the first to ride in it, can I get you to?"

To this, Julie looked away and up at the ceiling, taping her chin gently. "I don't know. I have my brother to drive me."

The radio of the pale blue Aston Martin turned on, all on its own, going through dozens of channels while its headlight flickered on and off. The hippie turned his head to the interior and raised his brows in confusion.

"What the fu-"

Suddenly the Challenger belonging to Julie's brother honked as its alarm went off, the windows, windshields, and headlights all breaking all at once.

Jake looked at the glass shattered Challenger with a raised brow, before turning back to his car, and then to the girl. "So, uh...What about now?"

The afterschool clubs went off without a hitch. Both Alan and Freddie were ready to walk home, though, it wasn't like one of them lived anywhere.

Just as the two walked out the front door of the highschool, a police Mustang drove up to the curb with the bleep of its sirens.

"That's our ride." Freddie stated with a grin, giving a thumbs up. "Lets go!" he said with enthusiasm as he began to walk to the Police car. The behead followed.

The Police car revved its engine in response to seeing the boys, and the passenger door opened.

"Come on, you two. Lets get going." the officer said as he beckoned them in the car. Alan climbed into the passenger seat of the Mustang while Freddie got in the backseat to lay down and close his eyes.

"My name's Barry Cade. Freddie's dad. You must be..." he started with a raised brow towards the child.

"Alan Kendrick." Alan said with a nod and a smile.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Kendrick." Barry tipped his hat to the boy. Alan extended his hand to the officer, but he shook his head as a response. "No need for formality. We're friend, after all. Correct?"

"Yeah, I guess." the bed head shrugged his shoulders. "Your son is a friend. So we can be friends too...within certain points."

"That is acceptable..." the driver said, looking to the rearview mirror. He saw a black Chevrolet Camaro with yellow strips across the hood, roof, and trunk, drive by slowly past the police car. Barry's smile disappeared into a calculated scowl and he took the wheel of the Mustang. "Put on your seatbelt."

To that the boy grabbed the seatbelt next to him and wrapped it around his waist, before looking up at the officer. He saw the calculated look. "Is something wrong?"

The police Mustang began to peel out from the curb and onto the street. "To tell the truth, I hope not..."