Thanks for the ride

He was just a little kid blonde hair, blue eyes playing in the back of the church like usual waiting for mom to say it’s time to go. He doesn’t notice the girl with her short shorts and blue shirt or the boy with black shorts, a jaunty step and a devilish grin. the anxiety in her eyes or the glint in his. screaming happily in the wind it whips his coat around and blows his hair every which way he wants to go to the swings, but mom said stay here and i dont want to lose my spiderman action figure again so the little kid stayed there and the girl walked timidly to the right and the boy strode to the left, trying the doors to see if they were unlocked yet the rain trickled down The little kid ran towards the church mommy called to go “we’re going to McDonalds for dinner, sweetie” the little boy clutched his spiderman tight, and smiled into the rain. the boy finished, and pulled off the condom the girl pulled up her pants and tried not to hate herself they got in the car, and he dropped her off at home “thanks for the ride.” “thanks for the ride.”