"Jason!" I called out. I was in an empty courtyard, a fountain running to my right. I knew he was there, I just couldn't see him. A door opened behind me. "Jason?"
As soon as I turned around, I woke up. Figures. It had been about a month since my death... I think. Time doesn't really matter much when you're dead. Anyway, Joey and I had become good friends. We would listen to Muse, sing a few songs from his musical, and repeat the process until we got to the next hotel.
Joey's car was actually pretty nice: a 2010 Toyota Prius with unlimited gas. The seats were leather, with seat warmers-- not that we needed them. The weather was always at a comfortable 75 degrees Fahrenheit, with only one or two clouds in the sky.
One day, Joey pulled the car over and said, "I'm going to teach you how to drive."
"It's a useful skill. Besides, I'm tired of doing all the driving." He came around to the passenger door, opened it, and dangled the keys in front of me. "Get out."
"But..." I racked my brain for an excuse. "Wouldn't I need a license?"
"Do you really think this place has a DMV, or highway patrol? Now, take the keys."
Hesitantly, I grasped the keys and stepped out of the car. Unlike a majority of other teens, I had never been entirely enthusiastic about driving, so I had never actually gotten behind the wheel of a car. It turns out, the driver's seat is pretty comfortable, although I had to move it up quite a bit. I'm 5'2", considerably shorter than Joey. "Make sure you push that back when we're done," he warned.
With that, I buckled my seatbelt and adjusted the mirrors. "What now?" Okay, I may have been stalling.
"Start the car." Joey looked almost as worried as I was, though it was a bit irrational. After all, it's not like we could re-die. "Make sure your foot is on the brake before you put it in drive."
There was a slight pumping noise as I pressed down on the brake pedal. My hands grasped the wheel at nine and three, something I learned from watching Mythbusters: ten and two can burn your fingers and break your wrists if the airbag deploys. With me driving, the airbags were on stand-by.
I put the car in drive. Slowly, I lifted my foot off the brake. The car began to roll forward, and even though it hadn't even hit one mile per hour yet, my hands tightened on the steering wheel.
I clamped my foot back down on the brake. "Do I have to drive right now?"
Joey sighed. "I guess not. Park it."
And so concluded my first driving lesson.