The Forever of Ella and Micha

Mikey yells something foul at us from over his music.
    “You have a look on your face like you’re about to get us into trouble.” He slurps the rest of his drink and drops it out onto the tray.
    “I feel like starting a little bit of trouble. In fact, I need to.” Eyeing Mikey through the tinted window, I pick up my half-full shake. “Do you remember that time we were driving down Main Street and I threw that shake on the windshield of that parked car because Micha dared me to.”
    “You want to relive that?” The yellow lights on the marque illuminate in his brown eyes. “Because if I remember right, we got into some deep shit for that—Micha and I got our asses kicked.”
    “We won’t for this,” I assure him. “And anyway, I’m not going to throw it on his car. I’m going to throw it in his open window and right on his lap.” He stays quiet, rubbing his hand across his jawline and I add, “Are you in or out?”
    “Of course I’m in. I’m always in.” He lowers his hand onto the steering wheel. “I’m just thinking of the best way to ditch him when he tries to chase us down.”
    I glance over at Mikey, hollering at one of the waitress on roller skates. “You think he will?”
    Ethan grasps the shifter. “Maybe… he’s got his friends with him.”
    I start to roll my window down. “Does it really matter if he does? I know for a fact you can kick his ass.”
    He nods. “True, but he’s got Danny Farren in the car and that guy’s fucking huge.”
    I withdraw my hand from the window. “Do you not want me to do it?”
    “No, do it,” he says as the waitress comes up to collect the tray from the window and Ethan drops down a few dollars for a tip. “We’ll just have to drive until we ditch him… Oh yes, I fucking got it. I’ll ramp the truck over the turnout hill. His Camaro will never be able to get over it unless he wants to bottom out his car.”
    “Just try not to kill us.” I roll down the window and wave my fingers at Mikey.
    His eyebrows dip together. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you ran away or some shit.”
    Gripping the cup in my hand, I stick my head out the window. “I went to school. You know a place where you learn… Oh wait, you probably don’t.”
    “Just do it,” Ethan coughs in his hand. “And let’s bail.”
    “You better watch it,” he sneers, running his hand through his black hair. “Or one of these days someone’s gonna shut that mouth of yours permanently.”
    I bat my eyelashes at him and flip him the finger as I chuck the shake straight through the rolled-down window.
    He curses as it lands on his lap and he jumps up, bumping his head onto the ceiling. “You bitch.”
    “Go,” I command, rolling up the window quickly.
    The tires squeal as Ethan backs out, nearly running over an old lady. Cranking the wheel, he burns rubber out of the parking lot. The sound of Mikey’s Camaro chases after us as we drive fast toward the turnout. I feel like a kid again and wish I could grasp onto the freeness, but once it’s time to go home, it’ll be over.
    Mikey inches up to the bumper of the truck and starts flashing the headlights at us. Ethan accelerates as houses and trees blur by until the turnout comes into view on the side of the road. The turnout used to be an entrance to a road that led back to a spot underage people liked to party at, but when a few people—Micha included—got busted, the town blocked it off with a fence and a dirt hill.
    “You’re going too fast,” I warn, grabbing the handle above my head. “You’re going to nosedive it.”
    “Relax, I got this.” He downshifts. “And since when do you worry about shit like that?”
    “I’m just worried about your truck.” I prop my foot up on the dash to keep myself in the seat. “But if you don’t care, then by all means ramp away.”
    He laughs and floors the pedal. The engine flares and the tires squeal as the truck flies straight up the hill. There’s a brief moment where we are airborne and then we hit the ground hard. I’m thrown forward by the impact and bash my head on the dashboard as the car bounces to a stop.
    “Ah, I think I just cracked my skull,” Ethan complains, grasping his head.
    “That makes two of us.” I touch the tender spot on my head and rotate in my seat to look behind us. Headlights shine over the side of the hill and a shadow of Mikey appears at the top of it, along with three others.
    “You better go.” I wave my hand for