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relies partly on you.”
Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it like that. Was he trying to make me feel better here or worse?
He laughed again. Leaning forward, he reached out and poked my leg. “I’m not trying to freak you out. Just don’t psych yourself out.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Great uplifting chat. You should consider counseling.”
He laughed again as I popped the earpieces back in. I shook my head and smiled.
Don’t psych myself out. Sure, no problem. I could handle that, right?
***
I walked slowly down the snack aisle of the gas station, trying to figure out what I felt like more: chocolate or Cheetos. A little voice in my head shouted at me to get both. Fuck it. I will .
I strode over to the cashier with my items, arriving there at the same time as Harry.
He looked at my stash and raised his eyebrows. “A girl who actually eats chocolate. I’m liking you more and more, M. Can I call you M?” he asked. He set his two cans of energy drinks and bag of Twizzlers down on the counter.
“I get the feeling you probably will, regardless of my answer,” I said, my voice dry.
He thought for a second and then nodded. “You’re right. I probably would. See you back at the camper, M.” He winked at me and I laughed.
Shoving my purchases in my pocket, I walked back to the van. Sax had taken the driver’s position, and the rest of the guys were stretched out on the seats behind him.
Which I guess leaves me upfront, with Sax, alone… again.
Well, kind of alone.
“This seat taken?” I asked as I opened the door.
“It is now,” Sax replied. He waited for me to climb in and shut the door before he glanced in the rear view mirror. “Everyone in?”
His question was greeted with a series of grumbles.
“How far are we from Little Creek?” I asked, sliding my butt down a little further so my head could rest on the top of the seat. I knew of the town we were headed to, but I’d never actually been there.
“About another two hours.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod. “Put on some music if you like.”
I took it, letting my fingers glide over his. His eyes darted toward me briefly and my heart jumped. I quickly looked down, busying myself with his music collection. I ran through artists until I came across Severed. Smiling, I clicked play.
“You have your own music in here,” I said with a giggle.
He shrugged. “If I don’t appreciate it, then why should I expect anyone else to?”
“I guess. I just think it’s cute. Like an actor going to see themselves at the movies.”
“You don’t think Nick Cage or Brad Pitt go to the movies?” he asked in mock horror.
“I don’t know. I met Brad Pitt once in Starbucks.”
He chuckled. “I can just imagine how that went down.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“Well, you were kind of freaked out when you realized who I was. Meeting someone actually famous? You’d lose the plot,” he laughed.
“Well, in my defense, I didn’t have posters of Brad Pitt all over my walls—” I shut my mouth, but it was too late. No, no, no…
“You had posters of me on your walls?” he repeated, amused. “Micah, that is fucking adorable.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckled loudly next to me, clearly not ready to let it go.
“No! No laughing. Just shut up and drive.”
“What’s with you two?” Harry yelled from the back.
“Nothing. Mind your own business,” Sax shot back.
Harry muttered something under his breath and I hid a smile. They were usually so weird and awkward around each other, but every now and then you could see a glimpse of similarity in them. Did they even realize how alike they were?
***
We arrived in town just before six. I must’ve fallen asleep because the last sign I remembered seeing said Little Creek was sixty miles away.
Sax glanced over at me and smiled. “And she’s awake. You know, the point of
Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it like that. Was he trying to make me feel better here or worse?
He laughed again. Leaning forward, he reached out and poked my leg. “I’m not trying to freak you out. Just don’t psych yourself out.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Great uplifting chat. You should consider counseling.”
He laughed again as I popped the earpieces back in. I shook my head and smiled.
Don’t psych myself out. Sure, no problem. I could handle that, right?
***
I walked slowly down the snack aisle of the gas station, trying to figure out what I felt like more: chocolate or Cheetos. A little voice in my head shouted at me to get both. Fuck it. I will .
I strode over to the cashier with my items, arriving there at the same time as Harry.
He looked at my stash and raised his eyebrows. “A girl who actually eats chocolate. I’m liking you more and more, M. Can I call you M?” he asked. He set his two cans of energy drinks and bag of Twizzlers down on the counter.
“I get the feeling you probably will, regardless of my answer,” I said, my voice dry.
He thought for a second and then nodded. “You’re right. I probably would. See you back at the camper, M.” He winked at me and I laughed.
Shoving my purchases in my pocket, I walked back to the van. Sax had taken the driver’s position, and the rest of the guys were stretched out on the seats behind him.
Which I guess leaves me upfront, with Sax, alone… again.
Well, kind of alone.
“This seat taken?” I asked as I opened the door.
“It is now,” Sax replied. He waited for me to climb in and shut the door before he glanced in the rear view mirror. “Everyone in?”
His question was greeted with a series of grumbles.
“How far are we from Little Creek?” I asked, sliding my butt down a little further so my head could rest on the top of the seat. I knew of the town we were headed to, but I’d never actually been there.
“About another two hours.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod. “Put on some music if you like.”
I took it, letting my fingers glide over his. His eyes darted toward me briefly and my heart jumped. I quickly looked down, busying myself with his music collection. I ran through artists until I came across Severed. Smiling, I clicked play.
“You have your own music in here,” I said with a giggle.
He shrugged. “If I don’t appreciate it, then why should I expect anyone else to?”
“I guess. I just think it’s cute. Like an actor going to see themselves at the movies.”
“You don’t think Nick Cage or Brad Pitt go to the movies?” he asked in mock horror.
“I don’t know. I met Brad Pitt once in Starbucks.”
He chuckled. “I can just imagine how that went down.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“Well, you were kind of freaked out when you realized who I was. Meeting someone actually famous? You’d lose the plot,” he laughed.
“Well, in my defense, I didn’t have posters of Brad Pitt all over my walls—” I shut my mouth, but it was too late. No, no, no…
“You had posters of me on your walls?” he repeated, amused. “Micah, that is fucking adorable.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckled loudly next to me, clearly not ready to let it go.
“No! No laughing. Just shut up and drive.”
“What’s with you two?” Harry yelled from the back.
“Nothing. Mind your own business,” Sax shot back.
Harry muttered something under his breath and I hid a smile. They were usually so weird and awkward around each other, but every now and then you could see a glimpse of similarity in them. Did they even realize how alike they were?
***
We arrived in town just before six. I must’ve fallen asleep because the last sign I remembered seeing said Little Creek was sixty miles away.
Sax glanced over at me and smiled. “And she’s awake. You know, the point of
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