He was too tired for another ride with you…

My name is Kieran Diaz. Taxi Driver, basically a personal driver towards you, you classing me as a ‘friend’. Well, I don’t and never have considered you much of a friend..more of some person who enjoys ranting to me, and getting out of paying me a tip.

Being your mom’s best friend’s son and all, and you being optimistic, you had decided you only liked me driving you around as a taxi driver..or just as a friend, like I’ve spoken.

I drove up into the car park of the Amusement Park, waiting for you to arrive. One hand on the wheel and I daydreamed…until I heard somebody get into the car. And it was you.

You were in a shitty mood, silently sobbing, as you had been out with your male crush..only for him to be incredibly ignorant and weirded out by you confessing that you liked him. So, here you were, crying to me…I sighed, sitting up a little.

“Rough day?” I mumble, revving up the engine.