road trip

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[the pair have been driving for several hours, the midday sun shining down and warming up the little car. gigi has made herself comfotable on lukes suitcase, having slept since they left the gas station. the radio is playing, the music sounding throughout the car]

liv: tell me something i don't know.

luke: bumsteer.

liv: say what?

luke: you know what it is?

liv: no.

luke: good.

liv: [rolls eyes] you're supposed to tell me what it means, now.

luke: [silence]

liv: [sighs, tapping index finger on the steering wheel] what's the point in telling me if you don't even know what it is? dummy.

luke: [eats yet another tim-tam] i'll look it up then, if you're so adamant on finding out.

[luke fishes his phone out of the glove box, typing it in, eyebrows knotting together as he did so]

luke: [speaks uncertainly] 'a piece of false information or unhelpful guidance'. 

liv: [laughs]you're a bumsteer.

luke: i think not.

liv: [chuckles, turning back to the road] you probably don't know what a daddy saddle is.

luke: [chockes on his tim-tam, turning to face liv] a what?

liv: a daddy saddle.

luke: it sounds sexual.

liv: it's really not. it's a saddle in which you place on your daddy and ride on it.

luke: that just sounds worse.

liv: probably, but anyway.

[they continue to drive, luke finishing off his tim-tams, while liv continues driving.]

luke: [scoffs]

liv: [states] you sound like a dying seal.

luke: you're speeding. you rebel.

liv: [scoffs]

luke: who sounds like a dying seal now.

liv: how do i survive you.

luke: i don't know. most people would of died from my hotness by now. you've been in my presence for thirteen years.

liv: even when we were six you were cocky.

luke: did you see how cute i was?

liv: [shakes head, chuckling]

luke: oi, pull over.

liv: why? what happened?

luke: we're at the border. i wanna take a picture.

liv: are you sure you're nineteen?

luke: nope.

liv: [mumbles] honestly.