Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
Special thanks to KMB for this idea. To LD73, this story is for you. I hope you enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Friday morning had come, pushing the work week to it's desirable closing hours. As an old saying went, 'the eagle flies on Friday' and that eagle couldn't fly any sooner when it came to David. After a disastrous work week involving troubles with his gold plated Silver Screen Express taxi van, David couldn't wait for the week to end. Back on Monday, the van began having trouble with the brakes. This minor inconvenience was only a prelude of stress to come in the passing days. By Wednesday morning, something was wrong with the ignition and start up. He had lost a day's pay out in the street on Thursday after having the car put in the shop. Now he was only hoping he could make up for that lost day by netting some extra tips from the wealthy fares whom would be calling in for service from the exclusive company. It was the least David could do, as no one enjoyed a shortage in their pay check of the week.
The winter cold fronts had come and gone through L.A., leaving a streak of nice weather before fading off into nothing. Since the cold days had passed, David was back to wearing a pair of shorts and the usual flip flops over his feet when he sat in the driver's seat of his van. Since December, he had taken to wearing a black shirt out to work almost every day of the week. With his face cleanly shaved and wearing a new set of fresh cologne he received as a Christmas gift, David was back on the streets as usual with his gold plated taxi van. Through the morning, he picked up two fares to net around eight hundred dollars before the 10:30 hit the clock for his usual lunch break. He took the stop near a gas station to put twenty dollars into the gas tank and then buy a snack. The wind blew through his hair while standing outside for a few minutes, just the last bit of winter breeze still pushing on through town.
By the time he was back on the streets, David had turned off Pico Boulvard, approaching near the Staples Center and Los Angeles Convention Center. The traffic of the afternoon was always a hassle between this part of time, but he couldn't complain when it was a hot spot for fares calling in. Sure enough to David's assumption, the dispatch panel of his taxi van was going off with multiple calling customers within his vicinity. While stopping at a red light, he raised the styrofoam cup that had been sitting in his cup folder, taking a sip of water. Within seconds, the dispatch played a story of two girls near the Gilbert Lindsay Plaza requesting a pickup. Since David was already less than five minutes from that street, he called in to take this fare for himself. When the light turned green again, the van turned down another street with the wheels rolling towards David's destination. There was a row of pedestrians near the street, but he seemed to have spotted his fares quite easily. Two girls, one with black hair and the other a blonde flagged down the gold van before he pulled to a stop. He shifted gears, coming to a stop and unlocking the doors. Within seconds, David could hear the right side passenger door sliding open. He glanced up into the rear view mirror while greeting the two ladies.
"Hello there! I take it that you're the two who called for a ride?"
Sounds of shuffling could be heard as they climbed into the taxi van. David usually glanced up into his rear view mirror to have a look, but he had been too slow before hearing a voice gasp and lightly whispering audible words: 'Oh my god! Ashley look, it's him!'. By the time David did try to look into his rear view mirror, he felt a hand tapping him over his back. He instantly turned around to be greeted at the smiling face of a black haired girl. She busted up giggling as she looked back into his old face, seemingly excited for what was a reunion of sorts. Wearing a small black jacket over a while shirt and a pair of daisy dukes style jean shorts below, Vanessa Hudgens had found her way back into David's taxi. He paid no attention to the blonde haired girl sitting next to her on the right side, as he smiled back to Vanessa's lovely face.
"Oh hey there, babe! It's been a while since I last set eyes on you, what a surprise!"
"You remember me, David?"
She raised her eyebrow before speaking. With a soft smile, he nodded his head. From the back, David could see the blonde girl sitting there and observing them. She wore a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, a casual dress code for a warm afternoon in town.
"Yeah, of course I do! How could I forget someone like you in the back of my van?"
The black haired girl busted up giggling before turning to look at her friend sitting next to her. David had turned away to face the steering wheel of his van, gripping it with a smile as he began to pull away from the side of the streets. The doors were closed and the van would soon be rolling down the roads just as it always did after picking up a fare. Memories were flooding through David's mind of the first time he had met Vanessa Hudgens. Given how excited she was, he now had a good feeling about today's work. Perhaps this was going to be a memorable Friday despite the concerns he carried over his work earnings. He spoke up while slowing the van down to a stop with a red light.
"So Vanessa, it's been a long time huh? Who's your friend you've got there with you?"
"Hi there, my name's Ashley."
It was a different voice greeting David now. When he glanced up into the rear view mirror, he witnessed a smile across the woman's pink lips. He chuckled a bit before Vanessa spoke again.
"This is my friend Ashley Tisdale, have you heard of her?"
"I'm afraid I can't say I have."
"What? That's too bad. I'm a singer, you probably would like my music if you ever gave it a chance."
"I'll have to remember that later."
He replied while the light in front of the van had flashed green, allowing him to continue moving along traffic. Another giggle was heard from the back seat before Vanessa's voice answered back.
"Well, she's heard all about you. I told her about the time I met the infamous 'David the taxi man' of Los Angeles."
Another laugh was heard, this time from Ashley's voice.
"Oh my god, Vanessa! If this is the old sleazeball you've been telling me about, I'm amazed! He remembered you, but that doesn't mean I all of a sudden believe your tall tales about him."
"So you still think I'm full of it, huh?"
Raising his eyebrow, David listened to the two girls bicker a bit. It seemed that Vanessa had told secrets of her times within the back of his taxi last year. He couldn't help but smile to himself, as this had become an eventful coincidence. From time to time, David had moments where he picked up the same passengers over extended stretches of time. This was the first time that David had a repeating fare that just so happened to be a woman of famed status. He was unfamiliar with Ashley Tisdale, but perhaps that would change later on. It had been a few months since he last had the privilege of driving around a celebrity from outside Hollywood. Today may have been his lucky day to reunite with Vanessa. He grinned to himself while thinking back to the dirty things they had done right in the back of this taxi van. Despite this, he still had to learn their desired place of destination.
"So, where can I take you two ladies? You called for a ride, so I know I've gotta take you somewhere."
Vanessa gasped as she began to reply to him.
