Almond Joy (An Amy Blankenhooper & Bob Duncan Fanfiction)

Thanksgiving Break

Thanksgiving break arrived, ushering in a crisp, snowy day as Bob and Amy embarked on a scenic drive to her parents' home about an hour away. The landscape was adorned with a blanket of fresh snow, transforming the journey into a winter wonderland.

As they drove, the car's interior resonated with the playful banter of Bob and Amy, who found themselves in a light-hearted argument about the music playing on the radio. Amy laughed over the music as Bob turned it down.

"We are not listening to this." He said, despite his smile.

"Bob, come on! 'I Will Always Love Youm by Whitney Houston is the ultimate power ballad of this year! The emotion, the vocals – it's amazing!"

Bon smirked, "Sure, but nothing beats 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana. It's the new anthem of our generation, the raw energy, the rebellion – that's what music is about."

Amy rolled her eyes, playfully swatting at the radio dial. "Nirvana is great, but you can't deny the impact of a classic ballad. Whitney's voice is like velvet."

Bob chuckled, teasing, "Velvet? I'll take the grunge angst any day. And what about 'Everything I Do' by Bryan Adams? It dominated the charts!"

Amy smirked back, "Sure, it was a chart-topper, but it's a bit too cheesy. Whitney's ballad is timeless; it hits you right in the heart."

The car became a battleground of musical preferences, each defending their chosen tracks with fervor. The radio station played a medley of hits, providing ample fuel for their friendly dispute.

Bob pointed at the radio, "Now, 'Losing My Religion' by R.E.M. – that's a song that captures the vibe perfectly.

Amy raised an eyebrow, "R.E.M. is good, but it doesn't beat the vocal prowess of Mariah Carey in 'Emotions.' That range is unmatched."

Their banter continued, punctuated by laughter and playful jabs at each other's musical tastes. The snowy landscape outside bore witness to their lively debate, the car filled with the sounds of the '91 hits that defined an era.

The sounds of early '90s tunes filled the air, creating a soundtrack to their journey. Despite their differing musical tastes, their laughter echoed through the car, and they found common ground holding hands during the beautiful drive.
Amy, with a mischievous glint in her eye, teased Bob about his questionable music choices, playfully swiping at the radio dial again. The snowy landscape passed by in a serene dance, the car tracks etched into the glistening white canvas.

"Do you think Dana is going to be okay?" Bob asked as the song faded out.

Amy shrugged, watching out the window. "I think so. She didn't talk about it this morning. I think she was hungover. I just tried my best to help her get ready for when her parents came to pick her up."

"Do you think she'll tell them?"

Amy kept her eyes set out the window, "Hopefully. But I can't make her do anything." She finally glanced over at him, remembering the face she had seen last night. "What were you going to do to Benjamin if you found him?"

Bob changed his grip on the steering wheel, "I don't know, Amy. I just...I kept imagining...what if that were you? I couldn't get the idea out of my idea. I don't know what I would've done. It's not like I had a plan to march into his dorm and beat him up. I just didn't want him to be able to walk around freely after doing that to her. It's not fair."

"It's not. But, I appreciate that you didn't make more of a mess. Maybe Dana will tell the authorities after some time." Bob took Amy's hand, bringing it to his lips and resting it there for a moment. He spoke against the back of her hand, but Amy couldn't quite make it out.
"What?"