@croccin-champagne
Damian hit his head against the steering wheel. "Starr, please."
Damian hit his head against the steering wheel. "Starr, please."
She beamed and took a picture of him.
"I'm gonna crash the fucking car."
"Don't you dare!"
"Why not?"
"We just got out of that damn town, you think I want to make it 50 ft and swerve off the road?" she retorted.
"Not swerve, turn violently."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, okay…"
His face was cooling, and he turned a glare on her.
"What? Should I take a picture?" she asked, holding up the camera. "You look so photo ready…"
"I never should have picked that up."
"You're right." She took the picture.
"I'm kicking you out at the next truck stop. Gather your things, we're breaking up."
"Breaking up?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Yup. Our friendship is over." Damian replied, looking out the front windshield.
"You're not gonna ditch me."
He was quiet, but didn't disagree.
"I knew it," she remarked and played (Insert the name is his favorite song here).
((imma go w my current fave, Walking In Memphis
Damian tried extremely hard to fight a smile, but was very soon singing along happily.
She beamed at him. "Not another soul on this earth knows you better then I do! Don't think you're getting rid of me that easy!"
"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You hungry for some actual food?"
"Hell yes. Just no rubber fries – I've had enough of those for a lifetime!"
"Oh my god. There should be a map somewhere in the glove box, see if there are any restaurants near."
Starr bent down and opened it. "Okay, there's, like, 5 quintillion papers in here…"
"It's gonna look like a map, Starr. It might even say 'map of [state that i forgot]' on it."
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