So, like, the car is rolling down an empty road. It’s funny. The road was so packed earlier that you could barely see anything. We can certainly see now; there’s lots of deer in the woods just next to us, and city lights shining weakly in the rear-view mirror. Couldn’t tell you which city, though, both of our phones died ages ago, and we’re having to use a coffee-stained map we found on the dashboard. Neither of us know how to use a map. We did bring a charger, but this car is, like, a million years old and has never even seen a plug socket.
Makes you feel bad for whoever actually owns this car. Well, owned. At least we’re putting it to good use, right? Doesn’t that take away the guilt of having to steal some old guy’s car? He could've been a really bad old guy. There's probably a future or something where he kills someone with this car, and we've just stopped him. You're welcome. I mean, the stealing was necessary! How else are we gonna make it to Canada with enough money to live? Not on an aeroplane.
I look over at Maxy, who's driving the car. Her face is even more pale than normal right now. Maybe it’s not the best idea to get a girl off her vertigo meds to drive a stolen car for a whole day, but, like, it’s her turn! Maybe she just needs air or something.
“Hey, uh, you wanna pull over for a second?”
We didn’t pull over. Five seconds later, her watery lack of a balanced breakfast is all over literally everything, and I'm opening compartments trying desperately to find some kind of tissue to plug her dumb face hole. All we can do is park somewhere and get some fresh, midnight motorway air.
So, like, we stopped at the side of the road, and now we’re sitting on top of the car. There's so much fog I can't see shit up here, but it’s better than dried vomit central down there. Yup, this is gonna be the next few days of our life and I can't tell if i’m excited, terrified, or incredibly fucking terrified.
Maxy's face is currently giving the last of those options. This girl is way too exasperated! There's part of me that thinks she's overreacting a bit, but like, she did just chuck her guts up all over an old stolen car. Somehow, she still looks completely punk and badass, I guess street lights work on some people and not others, like, they work a lot for me, but they do literal magic for my diagnosis collecting girl over here.
I go to make some random small talk, you know, anything to detract from the situation, but her face lights up before I can say anything.
"Hey, what's that grin for?"
"Lace, did you feel it?"
"Did I- Did I feel what?"
Rain. It was rain she was talking about. She felt rain. Soon after, I felt rain. We both felt, like, a shit ton of rain. Which is great for her, she would fucking marry rain if she could. Me on the other hand, I just washed my hair this morning and I'd rather die on top of this car than get my curls saturated in dinosaur piss or whatever.
"I don't get the appeal. I hate it. I hate the appeal."
But she just keeps letting it fall on her, like, her accessories and stuff are getting wet and she's smiling!
"Yeah, uh, no. I'm going back in the gas chamber"
"Huh? No, just use my hoodie as a shield- uh- umbrella"
Now, I could be going crazy (scratch that, Maxy may be going crazy), but she isn't wearing a hoodie, and I think she only realised that as she offered it to me. Sure, yeah, I'll take your nonexistent hoodie.
Maxy ends up awkwardly giving me her t-shirt as a "shield" instead. I guess she still wanted to give me some way to enjoy the rain, but like, that's not happening.
It's barely sunrise now, and I'm sat inside the car, nose deep in Maxy's shirt to negate the vomit smell, while Maxy stays on top of the car and masturbates to the rain shirtless or whatever she does.
I roll down the foggy old passenger window. You know, one of the ones you actually have to ROLL down. I poke my head out of said window and swivel my neck around to look at Maxy. The bitch has fallen asleep.
"Okay, you are NOT sleeping up there! Get in the car, dumbass!!"
"Mmh... Wuhh...?"
God, it's like I've gotta do everything for this idiot! ...Guhh I'd do all of it anyway, I love her too much. I hate that I love her this much.