OK, here you go the next chapter

I'm really sorry about how long it took don't be angry!

To most the night would have been described as cold, but Warren didn't feel the plummeting temperature or whipping wind, it was one of the benefits of being able to generate your own fire, the cold didn't seem to have any effect. He made his way to the back of the restaurant where his car was parked in the shade of trees mking it completely invisible. His car was a '67 impala and was his life. His father was in prison and frankly good riddance, and after that his mother had snapped. She started fighting crime more and more and being around less and less. And then one day she just didn't come home, Warren had only been ten and all he had was two hundred dollars in his pocket and this car. Of course he couldn't legally drive the car, that didn't stop him. From then on it was just him. Later there was an addition of a stray dog who had broken into his apartment and eaten all the food. After that they had developed a weird bond. Nefari was what he called him and he turned up ever once and awhile. He would just appear in his apartment strolling around the rooms as if he owned the place.

Warren slipped the keys out of his pocket jingling them only for a second as he searched for the right one. The door opened and he swung himself into the front seat slipping his keys into the ignition. It was halfway down the road that he saw her; Nell was leaning over between two cars massaging her ankle a look of pain and frustration plastered on her face. His first idea was to just keep driving and pretend he hadn't seen her but for some reason he found himself slowing down and pulling over in front of Nell.

As he approached he saw her look up apprehensively at the approach of a strange black car. This wasn't exactly the nicest neighborhood and the approach of a strange vehicle was rarely a good thing. He tried to repress a laugh that he felt welling up inside him at her strange look. He rolled down the window put on his best "I don't give a damn look."

"Need a ride?" He glanced at her face to see a long chain of emotions flicker across it. First, relief that is wasn't some fifty year old pimp. Then surprise at who it had really turned out to be, and finally she blushed redder then Warren thought was possible.

"Um, no thanks I think I'm fine." She said in a high pitched voice making a point of not making eye contact. "You really don't have to do that." Warren was somewhere between laughing and yelling in frustration.

"It's late I've got nothing better to do and trust me when I say you don't want to be out all alone at this time of night especially since you are in no condition to fight, or run for that matter."After he was done with his speech Warren leaned over and opened the door and then as if he had showed too much he turned to look out the window as if indifferent to the whole situation. He felt a small smile creep across his face however when he heard the creek and slam of the car door as Nell slid into the passenger seat. When they didn't move for a long period of time Warren coughed slightly as sent an exasperated glance at the girl sitting next to him.

"Um," He chuckled slightly at the stretching silence. "You're going to have to tell me where you live."

"Oh, Right 126 Nighting Gale Rd." She turned her face away tucking her hair around her ear, obviously embarrassed. Warren immediately took off, he had lived in this town his entire life he knew this town like the back of his hand. For the first couple of the minutes they drove in silence, and then she started to ramble. "Is this your car is really nice I mean impala right. My dad ran an auto shop when I was little I loved the old cars the best. Do you live around here? I moved out here after my dad died we had to sell the shop and come here to live with our grandparents. What about you do you live with your parents?"

"Haven't seen my parents since I was a kid," Warren spoke in a short clipped down that obviously stated that the subject was closed.

"I'm sorry my dad was killed when I was twelve." There was a long pause following that pronouncement.

"I'm sorry." Warren spoke it so softly she almost didn't hear it. The ride was quiet but not awkward, they were both thinking one about a lost childhood the other of lost parents. He turned fluidly onto her street counting the numbers until he pulled up in front of a medium sized brown house. It was neatly nestled among a group of pine tree giving in the appearance of a cottage lost time. Warren looked over at Nell who seemed to be content to sit in the car.

"Well," She said after a long pause. "Thank you for you know the ride…. Um." Nell fumbled with the door handle. "Warren?" She said suddenly gathering up her confidence she turned swiftly. "Tomorrow do you want to meet me at the park? As like a... um.... well... like a meeting of mutual .....people? Or maybe not thats fne." Nell wanted to beat herself over the head with the car door. Now that she had made a complete fool out of herself she yanked at the door handle in a desperate attempt at freedom.

"What time?"