Legal Stuff: This story belongs to me. It's based from my dream, and all the characters came from my head, so this story is mine. Thank you.
**Thanks to my beta reader, Switchblade Malfoy.
They'd called him Stevie since he was two years old. Somehow, even now at seventeen, the nickname stuck.
Stevie's best friend, ever since he was two, was Mark McAlester. They had been inseparable. It wasn't a surprise that they would go through the biggest mistake of their lives together.
Mark had just gotten a car. It was a brand new, bright orange, Sunfire. He'd gotten it three day prior and around work restrictions, this was the first time he and Stevie were able to go cruising.
It was around eleven. And for the first time, they were lost in the back roads of their small town. One of those small towns were everyone knows your name, real "Evening Shade." And somehow in the dark, waxing moon, they'd gotten lost in the furrows of forest, guided by the one-lane road.
"You are a genius, McAlester," Stevie said, grabbing yet another beer from the paper bag resting by his feet. "We've lived in this damn town since before we were even born, and you've gotten us fucking lost!"
"Yeah, yeah," Mark mumbled. He kept noticing how dim his headlights seemed against the black forest. After a few moments of silence, minus Stevie gulping his pilsner, he noticed what looked like a street light ahead. "Hey, man, I think there's something up there. Maybe someone can give us directions."
"You've just lost all status in being a guy, you know that, don't you?" Stevie said, tossing his empty can in the back-seat.
"Stevie, don't just throw your shit back there," Mark snapped. "And I don't like being lost, okay?" He was getting irritable and he didn't like it. He never handled stress well.
Finally, they reached a clearing in the woods. But it just looked strange. There was a tall white security light, shining onto a blacktop parking lot.
"What the hell...?" Mark said, looking around. "Why the hell make a parking lot in the middle of the woods and not have a store or something?"
"Maybe it got torn down," Stevie suggested.
"No, there isn't enough room for anything else."
"Well, shit if I know."
"That doesn't surprise me," Mark mumbled. "Come on, let's turn around." He pulled the car into the parking lot and did a 180, and was about to pull out when he saw another set of headlights. "Someone's coming."
"Wonder why we didn't see them before..." Stevie said quietly, reaching into the bag again.
Mark didn't answer. He noticed them pulling up next to their car. After his eyes adjusted to the dull light, he could make out two females in the car opposite theirs. He rolled down his window. "Do you ladies know your way around here?"
The one sitting in the driver's seat smiled, her white teeth showing against the night. "Not really. We were hoping that you two would. We're here visiting some cousins, and the dark caught up with us. We made a wrong turn and poof! Here we are."
Mark smiled. He couldn't help it. "Well, I'm afraid I don't know my way around this part of town."
Stevie suddenly leaned over him. "Man, I think I'm gonna blow."
Mark leaned the other way and opened the door. "Then do it outside."
Stevie stumbled out the car and to some grass, were he proceeded to do so.
"Sorry about that. My friend had one too many beers," Mark said, looking back to the girls.
The driver turned to the passenger for a moment, and then looked back at him. "It's okay." She smiled again, "Actually my sister says that from what she can see, your friend is kinda cute."
"Yeah, that's what everyone says. Anyway, uh, We were about to turn around and go back. You're welcome to follow us."
The girl smiled yet again. "That sounds great. I'm Sheila by the way. My sister is Jen. You are?" She paused, "I don't follow strangers around."
"I'm Mark. That's my friend Stevie."
"Well, I'd be happy to follow you boys, once your friend get back in the car, I mean." Suddenly, her car stopped. "Damnit!"
Mark looked at her with concern. "What's the matter?"
"Damn car. This piece of shit is so old, it does this all the time. Something with the engine, I know nothing about cars. It does this all the time, you think I would know how to fix it."
"Sorry, I'm not the car expert. That's Stevie, but I doubt you want a drunk guy working on your car."
Sheila looked at him. "Can we take yours? We can come back and get mine when it's daylight." She looked back in at her passenger and said a few things. She looked back at Mark. "Jen says it fine. And if you guys try to pull anything, she's a purple belt in karate."
Mark grinned. "Come on in. I've felt the wrath of karate, I won't pull anything."
Sheila grinned. "Jen, lock the car up, we're going with them." After a few moments, two girls got out of the car. They walked over to the Sunfire. "Where are we sitting?"
"Uh, I doubt Stevie'll mind that back-seat."
Sheila looked at him, with a knowing smile. "Are you trying to set this up, how do you say, nice?"
Mark looked at the floor with fake sheepishness. "You caught me."
"I don't mind nice. I'll take the back." She turned around. "Jen, sit in the front."
By interior light of the car, he could tell Sheila was a tall blonde, light eyes (it was too dark to make out an actual colour, but he guessed blue), and as from earlier, a ravishing smile. Jen, on the other hand, had kept behind her sister and had yet to say a word.
So, Sheila climbed into the back seat, followed a few minutes later by Stevie, who didn't mind the back-seat being shared.
Jen sat in the front seat, and for the first time Mark got a look at her. She had scraggly brown hair, that fell over her eyes. He couldn't see her features, but it was clear she was far from the beauty of her sister.
"Hey," Mark said, quietly, as he went to pull out of the parking lot.
She glanced at him through her bangs, but she didn't say a word.
He swallowed. "Eh, talk much?"
When once again, she didn't reply, he gave up, and they drive in silence, except for the flirty giggles coming from the back-seat.
"Hey, you guys. This car is still a virgin and if anyone is going to get laid in the back-seat, I get to be first," Mark said, glancing in the review mirror.
"Sorry, but in a few minutes it'll be too late," Stevie said, still a bit tipsy.
"Man, you mess up my upholstery, I'll seriously blow a cap in your ass."
"I'll 'mark' your words, buddy."
Mark rolled his eyes. He glanced over at Jen, who had a small smile across her face. "Are we showing emotion, now?"
Her smile grew to a full out grin. "You don't know how many times this has happened. I'm in the front seat while my sister is getting her kicks in the back."
"Your car break down often?"
She shrugged. She looked at him, straight in the eyes. "I never get my kicks."
He took his eyes from the road, long enough to see through her bangs, revealing eyes of amber. "Don't you?"
She looked away. "Watch the road."
Mark did so, watching carefully around for deer or other wildlife. The two of them were silent, listening to the sounds of pleasure from the back.
"Ah fuck," Mark mumbled, seeing a white street light in the distance. "I just went in a fucking circle."
Jen grinned once again. "You know, circles aren't a bad thing."
"I just can't figure how I fucked that up. I went on the same road I did to get in this fucking mess."
"Stop saying 'fuck' so much," Jen said. "I realize you're a pissed off teenage male, but that doesn't mean you have to swear so fucking much."
Mark laughed, as he pulled back into the parking lot. "I guess we'll stay here until morning...I doubt either of them will mind."
Jen grinned. "I doubt it."
"I'll be your pillow."
"Okay." She relaxed her head against his shoulder. After a few minutes, her breathing was even.
Mark awoke, the sun shining on his face. The heat poured into him. "Oh god, did I sleep in the car?" he murmured, sitting up. He noticed a girl, sleeping next to him, and the memories of the night before, rushed back to him. He then did a double take of the girl cradled in his arms.
It was Sheila.
"What the fuck?"
She looked up at him. "Oh, Mark, last night...mmm..."
"No, where's Stevie?"
"Stevie. The guy you had all the sex with last night? You two where in the..." Mark looked around, then realizing he was in the back-seat. "No, you and Stevie were back here getting it on, and Jen and I drove in a circle, still lost."
"Jen didn't go anywhere," Sheila said, running her hand along his bare collarbone.
He shook her hand off. "Where's Stevie?"
"Who the hell is Stevie?"
"Get out of my car."
"You heard me. Get out of my car. Both of you."
"Mark, I don't understand..." Sheila stammered as she grabbed for her clothes that had fallen onto the floor.
"No, I don't understand. What the hell did you do with Stevie?"
"I don't know what the FUCK you're talking about," Sheila said, beginning to get defensive. She pulled on her shirt. "Just because your having some sort of identity crisis over a night of meaningless sex, doesn't mean I have to deal with it. Come on, Jen, we're getting out of here."
Mark followed them out of the car. And watched as Sheila and Jen got into their car. He stopped them, just before they pulled out of the abandoned parking lot. "Jen, last night you should have gotten your kicks."
Her mouth opened just slightly, but then she went back to her normal somber face. "I'm sorry."
Sheila pulled the car away and Mark watched them drive until the dust from the road had settled. He then walked back to his own car, and dressed himself. He was going to find his way back home and find Stevie.
He drove into town, after an hour of driving through the woods, passing the parking lot probably five times. The first place he went to was Stevie's home. One he had made his home for so many years.
He jumped out of the car and up the sidewalk. He knocked on the door as hard as he could. "Stevie? You there?"
The door opened. It was Stevie's mother.
"Hey, Mrs. B, is Stevie here?" Mark was panting.
She shook her head at him. "Why?"
"I was with him last night, and we got lost. This morning he was gone."
She shook her head at him again. "Listen, boy, I don't want you coming around here ever again. If you do, I'll call the police."
"Mrs. B, don't you recognize me? Mark McAlester. I've been Stevie's best friend since we were three!"
"Get off of my property!" She yelled.
Mark backed away slowly, and then ran to his car. Something was wrong. Really wrong. And it all started back at that parking lot. He suddenly realized he had no idea how he got back to town.
"Oh my god," Mark said, driving aimlessly. "I have hit the Outer Limits."
After hours of driving (and a fill of his gas tank), he reached the parking lot again. And he waited there. If no one knew him, or Stevie, sitting around wasn't going to hurt anyone.
As night fell, all he felt was hungry and bored. Finally, around eleven thirty, he saw headlights approaching the parking lot. He sat up straight in his seat.
He recognized the car.
"Oh my god." He got out of his car. "What the hell are you two doing here?" he screamed at the car.
"We sure as hell didn't expect you to be here," Sheila snarled at him. "Have you been here all day?"
"Yeah, I've been waiting for my best friend to come back. His mom, who practically raised me, has no clue who I am. What the fuck did you do to my life?" Mark yelled at them.
"We didn't do anything," Sheila said, glaring at him. "Now move your little car and get out of our way."
"I'm not going to let you get away with this," Mark said, grabbing onto the small amount of window that was still sticking from the door.
"Let go of my car!" Sheila said, sounding insulted.
"What are you going to do? Make me disappear?"
"Was that a threat?"
"That's really what I want to know."
"I don't know what happened to your perfect little teenage life, but maybe it was for the best."
"What the hell are you saying?"
"Maybe your life isn't what you thought it was, Mark McAlester."
He paused, and then it hit him. "I never told you my last name."
"What are you trying to tell me?" Mark asked, his voice even.
"Jen and I figured it out one night when we were here at the parking lot. We saw you two, we saw opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?" he prompted.
"For you to know the truth."
"Damnit, Sheila, just tell him!" Jen exclaimed.
Sheila glared at her. She then looked back to Mark. "This parking lot is all there is to life. To the real world."
"No," he said.
"Yes. This is the only place where it's real. After you and Jen fell asleep, I told that to Stevie." She stopped, and she looked like she was about to cry. "I didn't know the guy was going to fucking kill himself."
"What?" Mark's chest heaved. And he did begin to cry. "Oh my god, Stevie."
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"Okay, he's dead. Why the hell doesn't anyone else remember him?" He wiped away the stray tears.
"He died here, in the real world. In the real life. It was like he was deprogrammed from the rest of the world. From that world."
"It doesn't make sense..."
"It makes perfect sense, you just don't want to see it. No one in that life will ever know that Stevie ever existed. The three of us are the only ones who will remember him."
"Who are you?" Mark asked.
"Just two people lost in the parking lot of life." Sheila said quietly.
"Parking lot of life. Sounds like a T-shirt slogan."
She smiled. "Too bad it's all the reality there really is."
He shook his head. It was beginning to come together for him. "How did you figure all of this up?"
Sheila got quiet for a moment. "Tell him, Jen."
Jen looked at him through her amber eyes. "I made it this way."
"Huh?" Mark squinted at her.
She looked him straight in the eye. "I made this world."
"What the hell do you mean? What are you? God?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not God, but I'm so close it's scary."
Mark backed away from their car. He got into his own and drive away. At least he would remember Stevie, even if no one else did. And he could get back to his life. Or the life he thought he had.