"Bryce, you've been asleep for the last four hours, come on, wake up." I groan into the smothering seatbelt, pulling off the denim jacket Court throws on my face which suffocates me further.
"I'm in hibernation, do not disturb." Shifting positions so my knees were snug against the passenger door I find the pose strangely comforting.
Drifting back into the tidal waves of deep slumber I'm disturbed by the sudden rise in radio volume, blaring Karma Chameleon so loud the spare change in the cup holders chink together between bounces. "If I was a bear you'd be dead."
There was no use trying to yell, my words are whispers outweighed by the speakers heavy bass before she changes the channel and turns the control down.
"You're too tired to fight let alone argue." I'd respond, 'very true' or deflect her statement with a witty comeback if a series of yawns weren't occurring. What actually came out was, "Aiwee hroo."
"I'm sorry, I don't speak yawn." She says aridly.
Wiping my sleep crusted eyelids I return to normal stature, slouching low in the nylon chair. "How long till we reach the drug store?" The local chemist is open twenty four seven, hence Court driving the deserted streets at two am.
The only other place open is a seven eleven, oh and a bank which we pass while I try to figure where we are. "Just looking for parking now." She says rotating the steering wheel, leading us into a dark spot absent of traffic lights. Not suspicious at all.
Court —legally Ruth Louvre— has a strong-willed disposition for single colored outfits yet tonight she rocks an all black ensemble.
Her skin is ethically tan, sun kissed in ways that would burn the crap out of my white ass skin without trying. Sometimes you have to hate the genetically blessed.
We both had blonde dyed hair and the slightest hint of dark roots but her shade is platinum while mine has a beige undertone. "How can you possibly expect to find parking during rush hour?" I ask sarcastically still under the influence of sleeps addictive symptoms.
"Hi-larious." She says dryly, pulling up in a vacant cul-de-sac across the street from a cobalt hued Raevlon's Pharmacy.
Court secures the handbrake leaving the keys in ignition and turning the inside light on, I squint so hard everything becomes blurry like I'm underwater. "Remind me why I do this crap for you?"
"Because you love me to the moon and New York city?" Her voice raises hopefully with each word, exiting the car to rummage through the contents of the car boot so forcefully I rock left and right, "We're not even in America--what the hell are you digging for back there?"
She resurfaces, zipping up one of those black hoodies that has thumb holes, I only know this because I'm wearing her other version in cherry red. "I thought I packed an extra umbrella." The weather forecast never suggested any hints of rain but knowing Court, she's the kinda person who makes sure nothing catches her off guard.
It can get annoying at the best of times. "If I'm not back in five minutes, you have my permission to drive off." Yeah, right.
"Promise?" My raspy voice echoes in the nippy air, half hanging out the passenger side window, mind you it's super uncomfortable. "Nah, man don't mistake me for someone who keeps to their word." Court she winks, walking backwards across the two lane road while carrying a plastic back which, in this light, contains a much heavier object unlike an umbrella.
Her tall frame slips inside the unpopulated Chemist, it's sign flashing Pharma-cist-cist-cist keeping me shamelessly amused for a few minutes.
Small things amuse small minds. "She's gonna take forever." I say to myself, getting comfortable, resting crossed ankles on the dashboard which Court absolutely hates.
Prepared to drone off and return to the blissful state of sleep, I sense fast movements in front of the partially lit store.
It is too fleeting to get a decent look at but real enough in the eery silence it keeps me alert.
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