"I'm always nice to people."
He tilts his head. I laugh. He rolls his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Alright. It's a long drive, so if you want to go to sleep that's fine."
He reclines my chair. "We'll get you some food, too."
"Can I.. have chocolate, please?" I ask.
"Sure, baby." He says softly. "When we stop somewhere I'll get you whatever you want."
He kisses my cheek again before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. I look up at the roof of the car and wrap my arms around myself, kicking my legs loosely.
I don't fall asleep. I listen to my dad and Nic talk lowly, and I think they only realise I'm still awake when Nicolas turns around to check on me. He smiles. "We're stopping now. What do you want?"
I shrug. "I don't mind."
"Okay." He smiles. "I'll go to the shop while you go through the drive through."
"Alright." Our dad says. Nic gets out the car, and the it begins moving again. A few minutes pass before my dad passes a McDonalds bag back to me. He pulls the cup holder down and sets the cup in there. "I got you a hot chocolate."
"Thanks." I whisper.
Concern flickers across his face.
"Do you know where my phone is?" I ask.
"I think it's at home." He tells me.
"Oh."
"Sorry, sweetheart."
I shrug. "Can I play games on yours, then?"
"Sure. Download whatever." He responds, passing me his unlocked phone. I download a few apps, and I'm playing Hay Day when Nic gets back into the car. He passes the bag back to me.
"Thanks." I say again.
I see him smile in the rear view mirror. I eat some of the food and some of the chocolate Nic got me before going back to playing on my dad's phone.
It dings with a message, and I glance at it.
LORENZO R: Is seven good?
"Dad."
"Hm?"
"Lorenzo R asked if seven is good."
"Pass it to me." He says.
"But I'm playing Hay Day."
"You can have it back in a minute."
I sigh and give it to him. I cross my arms, waiting as he types out a reply at a red light. A few minutes pass before he gives it back to me. I smile and continue to play the game.
His phone dies after half an hour, and I give it back to him so he can charge it in the front of the car. I turn on my side and fall asleep.
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UngdomsfiksjonCeline Monet has lived alone with her mother ever since she was five, when her parents got a divorce and only one won custody over her. But finally, eight years later, her father wins shared custody. After moving across the country and settling...
