Adam Kavinsky drove the worst-looking car that I had ever seen in my entire life, and I wasn't even being a dick about it this time around. 

Okay, maybe I was being a dick, but it was the truth. The car was a clunker. It had this cheap wood paneling on the sides, it was navy blue along the top and back, and the roof was all rusted up. It didn't even have a proper logo on the front saying what it was, just this tiny word that said "Eagle" on the grill.

As if everyone was supposed to know what the hell that meant.

"It's my mom's car," Adam explains nervously when he sees me eyeing his crusty-looking Eagle. "I told her it was an emergency, so she let me borrow it."

"What? You don't have a license? " I ask him, scoffing a little, "Can you even drive this thing?"

"Oh! This must be your mode of transportation! " Cluck Norris pipes up from where Baby's clamored into the car and sits in the backseat waiting for us to join him. "It's so crude that it's almost charming! How fast does it fly? "

"That depends," I narrow my eyes at Adam from over the roof, "Kavinsky's probably going to Evil Knievel us off a cliff or something. I just feel it in my bones, you know? "

"Just get in the fucking car before the cops show up!" Adam seethes.

I get into the passenger's side and I close my door. By now, the cops are running out of Walmart like maniacs, and they're coming towards us. But I guess they weren't used to chasing criminals around in the middle of the night though, because they were slow as hell.

Adam gets into the car beside me, and he slams his door shut.

The seats in the Eagle are pleather, and the two front cushions are oddly close together, so if I opened my thighs wider, my knee would bump Adam's, and everything would just be awkward as hell. So I just tuck myself up against the window when he starts the car. 

"Where are we going?" I ask, and I pull down my mirror to watch Baby in the back seat.

He murmurs something in response, which kind of sounded like me on Novacaine when I got a molar extracted. 

"The Prince would like to go to the taller one's place of residence," Cluck Norris translates for him. "He's injured and exhausted and he needs rest."

I turn to look at them in my seat, and Baby gives me this wide-eyed look that makes his gold eyes even tawnier in the dim lighting. 

"Wait," I say, instantly suspicious, "Why doesn't he want to go to my house?"

"It's simple," Cluck Norris bobs and weaves his head caustically, "Prince Bahz is fearful of you. You're angry, terrifying and you wear animal skin on your torso like it's a trophy. "

I almost gasp in shock, but I control myself and just turn around like nothing. Like it didn't feel like another punch to the face. Because who cared if he liked me or not? Baby's stay here was going to be temporary. Adam was going to take care of him, not me.

"Pfft, no surprise there," Adam mutters under his breath, and he drives out of the Walmart parking lot before I can kick his ass out of the car. 

It wasn't like I was hurt or anything. 

I sulk all the way to Adam's house, not really saying anything while he asks all the questions. I mean, I knew how excited he must have been. The guy probably had a total meltdown when the moon came out and shit.

"I knew something was going on!" Adam gushes, "I kept getting a signal for weeks from space. Crazy sounds and everything! But nobody believed me when I tried telling them. Not even my space club friends."

"They actually have a club dedicated to space?" I question, "What do you guys do? Worship Carl Sagan like he's Jesus and spit on the nonbelievers? "

Adam shoots me a glare and then focuses back on the road. 

"I just want to know what the hell made an actual Prince so scared that he actually left his own planet?" Adam continues without answering me, "Isn't that kind of crazy?" 

"That's not my story to tell," Norris replies mysteriously, and that's all he says about it.

Adam parks the car a few minutes later, and I'm surprised to see him pull up in front of this restaurant called Noon Merch, the only Indian restaurant in Backwater. Then I begin to think he'd lost his mind or something, cause there weren't any houses anywhere in sight, not even apartments.

"Yo, Kavinsky, where the hell did you take us?" I question, and I lean forward to get a better look at the place. It's an old brick building. The lights are on upstairs, but the restaurant itself is closed for the night, dashing my hopes and dreams of snagging a plate and taking it home.

"This is where I live," Adam explains, and his cheeks flush slightly. "My mom inherited the restaurant from her dad like a year ago, so we moved from our apartment into the space above the restaurant. It's bigger, and she doesn't have to drive all the way to Rosewell to work anymore. "

Whoa.

"Stunning!" Cluck Norris gasps from between Adam and me, and Baby makes a sound of agreement from the backseat. "The scenery here on this planet is astounding!" 

We all pile out of the car, and Adam leads us around the back of the building, keys in his hand. We have to walk all the way up a flight of rickety wooden stairs, where someone's planted a bunch of flowers in colorful pots. 

I keep my eye on Baby the entire time, and when it looks like he wants to grab some of the flowers, I grab him by the elbow and pull him up from the ground. "Hey, Baby, we don't have time for that," I say, "Maybe you can pick flowers later. But not right now. "

Baby looks up at me, almost timidly, and then he holds up a pink flower towards me. Like he was giving it to me as a peace offering or something.

I quickly glance around, and then up the stairs at Adam and Cluck Norris as they go inside. 

Then I gently take the flower from Baby and I tuck it behind my ear.