Breakfast for Dinner

(This writing is OLD. it was one of my drafts that i was going to send to Cheyenne in Hampster Fest 3.)
It was May 17, 1985 when Cinderella was scheduled to preform their first show since releasing the debut record, Night Songs.
The rain fall poured endlessly onto our bodies as we stood beside Eric's broken-down truck. The sound of roaring thunder surrounded us. The lightening has caused the street lights to fail; our only source of light was coming from the neon signs hung in the windows of the gas station we were parked in front of. The road was empty; no one but us dared to drive in a storm like this.
Cheyenne pulled the collar of the jacket Jeff had lended her around her neck; shivering in the rough, icy wind.
"Eric, what's the problem?" She squeaked, putting her arms around Jeff for warmth.
Jeff squeezed her body into his chest as he gently rubbed her back. "We need to hurry! If i would have known your truck would do this-"
Eric cut him off before he could finish speaking. "What? We would have taken your car? Cool your jets, man! I'll figure this out."
Tom rolled his eyes. "Figures." he said, throwing his hands in the air and slapping them against his thighs in frustration.
"Tom, baby, relax." I tried to tell him.
Fred sat on the edge of the curb leading up to the gas station entrance; leaning his chin upon his fist. "We are going to die here..."
Cheyenne mumbled silently, "Don't say that. You'll jinx it."
Jeff pulled her closer. If you were to look at them two, you would swear they were a couple. Jeff is an affectionate guy and Cheyenne had a hanker for the attention he gave her.
Eric ignores the fact that in a second, their relationship could become much more. i suppose the same could be said about Freddie and i. Except, tom gets more jealous and protective than Eric.
"Can't we just-" A clap of thunder interrupted Fred.
"God has spoken," Tom said sarcastically.