Chapter 3 – Runaway Rentals and Ratty Roommates
“795 miles?! Are you actually kidding me?!” I had both my hands supporting me on the desk with Hunter sitting below me on the computer.
The guy that owned the motel had said that we could use the computer behind the desk as long as we didn’t take too long. I’d explained the situation but he told me that he didn’t give a ‘merda’ and when we Google translated it; turns out he wasn’t being too polite.
“This is ridiculous,” Hunter muttered, zooming in on the map.
The AA route planner was our first website visit and it had been extremely helpful. It didn’t come bearing good news, but it was helpful all the same.
“Tell me about it. How did we manage to travel all of the way out here?” I mumbled so quietly that I was surprised Hunter heard me.
“Andy, it’s us. I have no idea.” I dropped my forehead against the back of Hunter’s head. He made a sound of disapproval but didn’t say anything.
“It says that it’s going to take us about 12 hours of straight driving,” Hunter replied, his voice vibrating through his skull. I looked up at the screen and the blue line that showed us where we would have to go. Turns out, Lee wasn’t lying when we said that we were on the other side of Italy.
“We don’t have a car,” I said flatly. Hunter took a deep breath, tapping in some keywords on the Google search.
“Somebody isn’t going to rent us a car for three days for less than 100 Euros, Hunter. Besides, how are we meant to get it back to them? We’ll be 800 odd miles away by the time we get back!” I exclaimed, moving to sit on his lap.
Hunter grunted, moving the office chair back so that I could sit down.
“I’m not looking up rental cars, I’m looking up buying one,” he corrected, reaching around me to use the computer.
“Move your head, it’s in the way,” he complained. I chucked, leaning back so that he could see over my shoulder.
“You whine like a little girl.” Hunter just tapped my bare thigh lightly in answer, looking extremely interested in an article on the computer screen.
“What about this one?” Hunter asked, clicking on a picture of a small car that just about big enough to fit the little Italian man that owned the B&B in, let alone us. He was only about four feet tall; I was shocked as to how we could see him over the top of the desk.
“I don’t think we’d fit and it looks like it’s about a hundred years old.” Hunter sighed, knocking my head with his.
“Stop being so picky,” he grunted. I sighed, kissing his cheek.
“I’m not being picky, I just want to make it back alive!”
“I think we should try a rental just until we can find somewhere to buy a cheap car,” Hunter replied, talking over my argument.
“We’re not exactly in a highly populated area,” I mumbled, resting against his chest which was moving with his deep breaths.
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The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me
Teen Fiction"You're the good little church girl, this sort of thing shouldn't have happened!" Hunter exclaimed and I scoffed. "Please, you're the badass gang member, you shouldn't have got us lost!" I retorted, only to be rewarded with a scowl. "I'm a gang lead...
