An Accident
Jonathan yawns as he turns his red Porche onto the highway. Even after a long day at the office, he has been obligated to go to a party by his friend.
A few minutes later, he stops in front of a stylish building. Loud music can be heard from inside, and a few people are standing outside and carrying on a conversation.
Jonathan grabs his jacket and gets out of his car. After slamming the door shut, he locks the car and starts towards the entrance. He greets a few of the people with a smile and then goes into the building.
Inside, the music is even louder than outside and laughing seems to be coming from all sides.
The man searches for his friend, but cannot find him. Sighing, he begins pushing his way through the crowd and collapses on a booth seat in the back of the room. From this deserted booth, he glances back at the happy crowd.
A waiter comes over and smiles sweetly.
“A drink, sir?”
“No, thank you.” He declines.
The waiter nods her head before disappearing into the crowd again.
Jonathan spots his friend, Felix, coming his way.
“Hey, Jon!” Felix greet him.
“Hey, Felix.”
“Why are you sounding so depressed?”
“I am tired and not in the mood for this.”
“You really need to lighten up. You are always so extroverted.”
"I just told you that I am tired."
"I am disappointed in you, Jon. I thought that you were going to really enjoy this excitement."
The caterer calls out to Felix.
“Sorry, I have to go.”
Felix walks over to the caterer and Jonathan takes his chance. He jumps up and makes his way to the door again, careful to not be spotted by anyone who may know him.
Exiting the noisy building, Jonathan walks over to his car. He opens the door and throws his jacket onto the passenger seat.
A few minutes later, Jonathan parks his car next to the highway road and gets out. His eyes have been falling shut while he was driving, and he realizes the danger that it holds in.
The sound of brakes failing can be heard and Jonathan turns around to see a little, green car coming into view. He jumps out of the way as the little car barely passes him. In slow motion, Jonathan watches as the green car scrapes past his car and slams into the door that he left open. The door of the Porsche flies through the air and lands a few feet away.
Jonathan bites on his lip and stares at the scene. In his mind, he is already trying to figure out what it would cost to fix the car.
“I am so sorry!” A woman’s voice brings him back to the current moment.
A girl of about eighteen gets out of the little, green car. She walks over to the side of the Porche to survey the damage.
“I am so sorry! Can I pay you for this?” She asks.
Jonathan joins her at the side of the car and looks at the car in dismay.
Green marks can be seen in between the red paint and some of the red paint has been totally scraped off.
He glances over to where the door was supposed to be.
Small wires are standing in all directions and the brackets that used to hold the door seems to be ripped off.
Jonathan rubs the back of his neck and sighs.
"Well, this going to cost quite a lot and," He glances over to her car, "By the looks of what tasteless car you drive, I don't think that you can afford it."
"Well...Perhaps I can drive you home and then we can call a tow truck. I will pay for the truck."
Jonathan looks at her.
"Alright."