I laughed harder. “Okay then.”
She let go of my hand but kept her eye on me in case I decided to make a mad dash and grab the remote anyway.
When the show ended she cried, “That’s it?! What a rip-off,” and threw her sandwich wrapper at the TV.
She continued to grumble as she gathered up the trash and tossed it in the bin underneath the small table in the corner or the room.
She’d already packed her bags while I was gone so I grabbed them up and we headed out to the car after checking out.
She picked up the map from the floor and unfolded it, spreading it out in front of us.
“Your turn,” she told me as she smoothed out the wrinkles, “I picked the last two times so we’re not dueling for it.”
I shook my head, but didn’t argue with her.
“You better close your eyes like I did.” She pointed a finger at me in warning.
I slapped a hand over my eyes. “That good?”
“No peeking,” she warned.
With my other hand I reached out blindly and jabbed at the map.
“Careful!” She cried and the paper rustled as she grabbed the map. “You’ll put a hole in it if you poke it that hard.”
I found that doubtful, but I didn’t argue with her.
“Do you know where I pointed?”
She nodded and a slow grin spread across her face. “Roswell, New Mexico. Excellent choice, my friend.”
“That’s gotta be a what…” I tried to do the math in my head. “Twenty hour drive?”
“Just about.” She nodded. “You better giddy-up cowboy.” She slapped the dashboard like it was the side of a horse.
Tipping my head, and faking a deep southern drawl, I said, “Yes, ma’am.”
Willow
“We’re lost,” I cried. “So, fucking lost.”
I glared down at the stupid map in my hands, wishing it would magically come to life and tell me which way to go. You know, like a navigation system would.
“We’re not lost, Willow. We’re just struggling to find our way.”
Dean. Ever the in
sightful one.
His words did nothing to appease me though.
“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered.
He merely tossed his head back and laughed like I was the funniest person alive.
I was about a second away from killing him. Seriously. This was his fault after all since he insisted we use a map, and so far he’d done the majority of the driving which meant he got to avoid the tedious headache of trying to decipher all the teeny tiny routes.
“You’re extra feisty today.”