Short Story Sunday-#2

Finding a Car

   Billy had always dreamed of driving a car, and now was his chance. His mother took him to the car dealership to pick out a car on a bright Saturday morning in the middle of spring break. As a child, Billy had been very interested in cars and knew all about them. Which ones had the best performance. Which ones were the worst. Which ones were the most valuable. You name it. So, when he was at that dealership, he knew which one he wanted. The Porsche Boxster. That was the best car around.
   Unfortunately, Billy's mother had other ideas. She didn't know much about cars. All she wanted was a car that worked and wasn't expensive. Also, the dealership that they went to didn't have the Porsche Boxster, so Billy just followed along with his mother.
   They split up to look for a car. Not even two minutes into the search, Billy's mother flagged him over to her.
   "Hey, Billy! How about this one? It's not too expensive and they say it works perfectly." She said.
   "No, this one has a low mileage. Keep looking." He turned on a heel and speed-walked to the other side of the building. My mother has no taste for cars. If she won't learn something, than I'll have to find a car all by myself.  He thought. Billy walked by a sleek black sports car. As he walked by, he let his hand fall to his side and slide across the shiny surface. Oh, how he wished he could have this car. The teenager could just see himself behind the wheel, letting the wind rush in through the open window.
   He snapped back into reality and stepped away from the car. Billy turned and walked away, only taking one longing look back. The next car that caught his eye was a white convertible. He knew that his mother wouldn't approve, so he turned his back before he became too attached.
   "Billy!" His mother called from across the room. "Come check this one out." Billy stalked over to her and examined the car she was standing by. "It's in our price range and it looks nice," She said as he looked.
   "Do they have it in any other color?" Billy asked. Gold was the worst color for a car. Or so he thought. He walked over to one of the employees and asked the same question. He found out that it did come in red, but they were all out at the moment. Billy told his mother and they agreed to come back in a few days.
   On the car ride home, his mother asked him why he liked that car. "Well, it had good mileage and looked really nice on the inside. The fabric was a nice color too. It had a big trunk and four seats on the inside. I'll need that for carpools with my friends when we go to lacrosse practice. Also, I got bored of looking because I knew you weren't going to settle for any thing more." Billy looked shyly at his mother.
   "You are a very smart boy." Was all she said.


   On Tuesday, they returned to the dealership to get the car. There was only one left. Apparently, red was very popular. Billy signed the papers, got a license plate number, and all that fancy stuff. Before he knew it, he was sitting in his brand new car listening to his mother jabber about safety.
   "Remember, no texting. And don;t forget to come to a full stop at stop signs. Also, you need to-"
   "Mom! I'm fine. I passed the driver's test perfectly. I know what I'm doing."
   "Who am I kidding? You have known everything about cars since you could talk." She looked into his eyes. "But, I'm going to take away your phone so you won't do anything." Billy smiled and plopped his iphone into her out-held hand. "Love you. Be safe!" She turned, walked to her own car and got in.
   Billy fixed the car key into the slot and turned it, making the car rev. This was going to be fun. He applied pressure to the gas pedal and scooted out of the parking lot and into the street. Billy rolled down the windows and letting his hair fly wildly. He turned up the radio loud to his favorite song. He came to a stop in front of a stop sign, looked, then rolled down the road again. He was having the time of his life. He decided to take the long way home, so he turned right when he reached the main street. Billy just drove around for hours, letting the wind pummel his face and listening to his favorite songs.
   When he finally arrived at his home, he explained to his mother why he was late and sat in a chair down by the window. Billy peeked outside at his bright red car. It was beautiful and he couldn't wait to drive it again tomorrow.