Alisha turned into his driveway, carefully biking around the back of the house, where there were no windows and she wouldn’t be seen by Mikes’ parents.
Mike came out the back door of the house, and a smile spread across his face when he saw Alisha standing there, balancing her bike on her hip.
“I was starting to think you’d ditched me,” Mike whispered, not wanting to be heard, “come on, lets go in back.”
Alisha followed him to the old trailer in his back yard, and for two hours they talked and held each other, content to be together. When they checked the time it was already half past eight.
“Oh my gosh, they are going to kill me. I have to go now if I want to bike three miles back home by midnight,” Alisha cried desperately, “if I’m not there soon, we are so busted.”
They hurried through the dark to the end of the driveway, looking on with terror as one of the speeding cars rushing by pulled in. The sound of an automatic window rolling down reached them, and then..
“Alisha?”
“Mom?”