"You said a week get out of the damn car!"
I snap, ignoring the hurting my chest.
"Week's over dumb ass, I'm not leaving yet."
And I sit in silence, but with him, and it's just a little awkward.
"Are we apologizing?"
I say, truly exhausted.
"How about, no."
He says, cranking the radio.
"Do you need me to?"
There's that glance, the one that makes his hair fall over his eyes, hand still on the radio dial.
"No, let's go to the beach."
We don't get home till after dark.
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Lost In Our Thoughts
RandomA little bit of fantasy wrapped inside a world of weird, generously topped with a sarcastic friendship laden with problems you wouldn't even believe.
