Spencer snorted and closed her door before walking around the van to climb into the passenger's side. He buckled up, then leaned into the corner between the door and the seat.
"You know the rest of the way there, right?" he asked, his eyes already closed.
“What do you take me for?” Anya grumbled. “Yes, I know the way there.” She put the car in drive and began to… ummm….. drive.
(Lol. Me, tho.)
Spencer hummed in response, starting to drift off. After a few minutes, he had finally fallen asleep, getting the rest he wouldn't admit to needing.
Anya continued to drive, the only noise the hum of the car’s wheels against the road. I’m bored. No- don’t think that! Better to be bored than dead! Or under attack!
Speaking of "under attack"…
Pop. Pop. Pop.
The van drove over some bumps in the road, but not ordinary bumps. No, never anything ordinary. The authors just have to make life difficult for their characters. So, of course, these bumps were actually small spikes, which slashed the tires.
Spencer shot up, looking around frantically, hearing the sound in his sleep.
"What happened?"
//luv it
“Spikes,” Anya sighed, trying to control the erratic swerving of the car. “Came out of… nowhere….”
(Why thank you. I try. Lol.)
"Can you stop the car? Or is it not working?" Spencer asked, liking back at the somehow-still-sleeping president and his daughter.
“Protect Lily. My parking job might not be as stellar as usual…” Anya grimaced, yanking the wheel right and barely avoiding a telephone pole. “We’re driving on rims, now.” The metal rims could be heard scraping against the asphalt.
Spencer grimaced and unbuckled so he could jump back to protect the young girl. The pair in the back had finally woken up, and both looked very frightened. Spencer made sure they were buckled in correctly before positioning himself so that they would be safer.
“Buckle yourself in, too,” Anya hissed. “This is going to be rough….” Sure enough, the car hit a divot (is that a word) in the road, and the sound of screeching metal overwhelmed the car. They slid to a shuddering stop. “Everyone okay?”
(Yup, it's a word.)
Spencer, not having time to buckle up, flew forward. He caught himself on a seat, so not much damage was done. His shoulder might hurt for a while, though.
"I'm good," he groaned, putting his thumb in the air.
The president claimed that he and Lily were all right.
//k thx
“Groaning ‘I’m good’ does not count,” Anya muttered, breathing heavily. “Are you guys sure you’re alright?” She twisted backwards to check, and she couldn’t stop a small moan of pain. (Because angst :P)
The president, not noticing, nodded. “I’m sure.”
//if you want me to change anything lemme know :)
(You're fine 99.9% of the time. Lol.)
"Just caught myself a little too hard on the seat, is all," Spencer explained. He leaned forward from his spot on the floor to look at Anya, his eyes searching her face for the pain he knew she was hiding from them. "Are you okay?"
“Fine,” Anya said, too quickly. “Do we walk or try to salvage this thing?” She patted the steering wheel.
Spencer looked at her for a moment more before sighing. "There might be extra tires in the trunk, but I don't know how many of the wheels went out nor how many we might have."
He pushed himself up with his good arm and opened the passenger side door to get out. "I'm going to check. The rest of you should stay in here."
Anya scoffed. “Because that’s likely.” She moved to open the door and climb out after him.
"You are incredibly stubborn, you know that?" Spencer sighed when Anya joined him. He opened the door to the trunk to look for the tires and found two. "Hm. I hope only two of the tires need to be replaced," he muttered, as if to himself.
“I do,” Anya said, grinning. “And we may be able to get by on the two front tires being replaced… do you want me to do that? I can finally make use of that tedious semester on transportation I had to take.”
"We could both do it. It would go much faster that way," Spencer suggested. "My father taught me how to change a tire when I was pretty young…" He trailed off, an odd look coming to his face. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he went back to looking at Anya with a small smile.
Anya noticed, but said nothing. “Works for me. I call left.” She walked over to that side.
Spencer nodded and went to the right. He rolled the tire ahead of himself, then bent down to change it.
"I know you aren't as okay as you say you are, but I also know that I won't be able to get you to tell me unless you want to," he said suddenly. "Remember, I'm here if you need me."
“Mhmm,” Anya said distractedly, skewing the last bolt in. “Done! Haha, I beat you!”
"Barely," Spencer grumbled, finishing right after Anya spoke. He stood and walked over to her, offering his hand to help her stand.
Anya looked at Spencer’s hand, then looked at his face, then placed her fingertips on his and basically stood up on her own. “Thank you, kind sir, for that much needed assistance,” she joked, smiling.