Derek stared at the rapidly passing ground outside his window. He was in her mothers gold Lamborghini Murciélago LP 650-4 Roadster, her travelling car as she called it. They were on a long boring trip to some major meeting his mother needed to go to, and as he would soon be an adult, she had decided he needed to know how these things worked. He grumbled for probably the quadrillionth time that trip.
"Stop whining Derek." his mother said in a stern tone. "You need to see how these things work." it was more a demand then anything else. Derek never told her no; she'd never listen if he did. His entire life he had been the heir to his mother's business, and was expected to act as such. 'Chance in fucking hell.' he thought as took his cell and text-ed his military pal.
"Yes mother." he grumbled. 'You bitch.'
As they drove in silence again, neither wanting to speak to the other, Derek reminisced about the days he spent with an adorable Asian shrine maiden. 'Wish she was here.' he pondered with an inwardly sigh. After two hours the car came to a slow halt. "We are......" his mother started to say as he bolted from the car. Before his mother could yell, Derek had melded into the crowd and vanished.
He then hooked up with his pal at the airbase less ten miles out of the town. Once he was changed out off the crap his mother made him wear, he left the country in under three hours and fell to sleep with his head on a female lieutenant's lap. The lieutenant ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed his temple. 'Poor Derek.' she thought with a small sigh. "What is it T'zoni?" "Just feeling bad for Derek?" she says as looks down at Derek. "You know that his heart is already taken." Nodding T'zoni knew that, but it didn't mean that she could steal every moment for later. When he was with the shrine maiden and didn't come to her ever again . 'So what if he not mine, atleast I know he cares if only a little bit.' she thought.
