Brallie road trip: across the Mexican border.

Taco

"Callie, callie wake up." Brandon said as he shook me. My eyes opened and I just saw his face.
"What?" I said sitting up.
"We gotta go" he pulled me up and I saw what it was. A man in his car screaming at us.
"Go!" I said as I ran around and climbed into the car.
Brandon was driving.this time.
"Jesus, Callie" he said as we sped away and back onto the road.
"What?" I said still overwhelmed by what happened.
"I told you angry drug dealers with tacos"
"Ok, one he didn't have a taco and two how did you know he was a drug dealer?"
"Never mind" he said winding down the window and breathing hard.
"I'm starving, let's just get some food and we'll be on our way."
"Ok" I laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" He said with frustration.
"You need to loosen up a little. Let's go do something"
"Like what? Burn a house down? Steal a car?"
"Gosh calm down"
Something was wrong with him. He was different. Strange.
"Are you scared?"
He looked over at me and back at the road.
"What? No"
"Yes you are." I said in an almost smile.
He reached over and turned the radio on. Music filled the car and I could see him calming down.
"Hey" I said leaning over to him. He looked at me. "You're ok"
He gave me a little smile.
We drove down the road. Passing bush and rocks as we drove.
A town appeared and we were so happy we could eat.
We entered a shop and sat down opposite each other. A waitress came over and we both ordered a burger and chocolate milk.
"So why Mexico?" Brandon said wedging the burger into his mouth. "I mean why not Atlanta or something?"
"Well Mexico Is the closest country. I just thought I'd go somewhere else before I turn seventeen."
"You've never been to another country before?" He swallowed.
"No. Have you?"
"No."
"Where would you go?" I asked as I Swallowed.
"Probably like Italy or Spain. Just like the art and music and food and stuff."
"Nice."
" what about you?" He asked.
"Italy probably. But like all over Europe."
"I might see you there one day."
"Really?" I smiled.
"Yeah, eating pizza and drinking wine with your rich husband and your children." He laughed.
I smiled. "And you with your wife and your children. What are there names?" I laughed.
"Well there would be John, Paul, Ringo and George." He counted off his hands.
"What are the chances of having four boys and naming them after the Beatles?"
"Pretty unlikely."
"I'm sure Lou wouldn't want you to name them after such a soft band."
He looked at me. "Lou, ha?" He said sipping his milk.
"Yeah you too seem pretty cosy." He looked at me. " have you written her a song yet?"
He smirked.
"I'm totally kidding."
He smirked at me then sipped at his milk again.