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“Does anyone want to go with me to get some more water bottles? I think we’re running low…” And halted in the middle of the desert, that was one thing he didn’t want them to run out of.
Where would they be getting water from? Donnie didn’t voice his question and instead nodded. “Did you see a store nearby?”
Just give me a sec, okay? There’s a way out of this. There’s an easy solution — I know it. I just need some time to drum it up.
There’s nothing left to consider.
“God, this is — this is a mess. Look, maybe this is just… how it’s supposed to be, you know? Drop me off at the nearest hospital and I’ll tell the cops the rest of you got away, send them on a goose chase to Canada or something. It’d buy you guys some time, at least…“
“Stop.”
Quit your bitching, we just need to get Cody’s ankle iced and wrapped and he’ll be better in no time. Meanwhile, I’ll drive.
I don’t meant to relive the first day on the road again, but I think it’s in everyone’s best interest if you don’t.
Hana immediately started to hum Fruit Salad under her breath, adopting her best innocent look as she drove along. She stopped though, genuinely afraid to annoy him when he was doing her a favor. Once she’d settled into a consistent speed, she finally noticed that he had started humming the tune himself, and grinning broadly, she started to sing along. “Fruit salad…..” she paused for a long moment until they reached a red light, before she shot him a glance. “Yummy yummy.”
He nearly mouthed the words along with her. He just knew she would say it. “Of. Course.” He turned to her and shook his head but the playfulness on his lips assured her he wasn’t being serious. “I swear you like to poke me just to see how high my tolerance is. You think you’re slick but I see you, Hana Kim.”
Devin nodded his head in agreement; dropping his hand which held onto the mobile device while his brows furrowed from his ticking mind, mentally hurrying himself to think of a way or method to gain benefit from a loss. He exhaled deeply and swallowed anxiously from the thought of getting caught and returning back into the orphanage which acted more like a prison for him, turning his head over to his side of the window and watching the scenery passing by. “Where the hell are we going to sell our shitty low quality used phones, Redgrave?” he asked bluntly; it was a good idea, that he needed to admit but being on the road and barely knowing where they’re headed, can be be a disadvantage. “I suppose we can try to ask around,” he shrugged, sighing deeply.
“’dunno.” Donnie replied, seemingly unaffected by the not-knowing part of the question. Really, he was satisfied with having come up with at least some sort of half solution to one of their million problems. He wanted to rest his mind but the natural pessimist in him knew that, if the question wasn’t answered, it would torment him for the rest of the day. “The elderly, kids that shouldn’t have phones, or some sucker that’ll fall for Jane’s puppy eyes. We’ll think of something.” He shrugged the matter off, yawn escaping him.
“Isn’t it always showing? I didn’t know it ever had a chance to hide.” She smirked, looking at Donnie pointedly. “I’m fine, really. Someone should always stick by the van.”
“True. I can stay though, I don’t mind, and I’m not really in the mood for exploring.”
Feel like sharing?
.. Just keep it.
My actions make sense, just not to you. Jesus, do any of you ever get off your high horse?
High horse? Imogene. Let me drink this frikkin’ capri sun in peace.
Donnie was taking an awfully l o n g time to respond. When he did, Louis breathed a small sigh of relief. “I what?” he paused, considering the options. Complete wonderment, imminent death, or absolutely nothing except mild disappointment. Then again, with Devin’s driving, imminent death was a constant risk. He might as well. “Alright, I’m trusting you, but if I die, I just want you to know that you’re a complete ass,” he replied, getting down and crawling over to where Donnie was, his breath catching in his throat. “Woah.”
“I can live with that,” he replied quietly, awaiting his reaction to the view. Donnie could have sworn the sun had splattered its color and melted all over the hills and cliffs and edges that composed the endless scenery before them. He let the moment live in silence until he spoke in an absent minded manner, as though by accident. “It almost makes me hate Alfie less.”
Then why are you even here? You don’t give a shit about the guy, you’re clearly not having fun. So why stick around?
And remind me why I should explain myself to the girl whose actions aside from destructive never make sense?
Leigh-Ann sighed audibly, her legs swinging to and fro along the side of the van. As with all breaks, the door to the van was haphazardly tossed open and the group was scattered about, each person eager to stretch out and wander. She, of course, was always the one who stayed near the vehicle. “I kinda feel like the announcer before the ten o’clock news every time this happens —” Her voice transformed into that of a robotic spokesperson. “It’s ten P.M. — do you know where your children are?”
Always anxious to get off the van and finally stretch his legs, Donnie often found himself eagerly hopping out, but as it was now, he rarely wandered until he had a good view of the area. He turned to Leigh-Ann, mildly humored but not apparent on his features. “Leigh-Ann, your mother is showing. Why don’t you go explore too?”
Louis looked at Donnie as if he was insane — which was entirely possible, Louis was sure. With an incredulous scoff, Louis looked out over the canyon, stealing glances at Donnie quite often. “See anything interesting?” Louis asked, inching toward him slowly. “P l e a s e be careful…”
Donnie would never place Louis in an uncomfortable situation, he cared more about the boy’s well being than he would ever care to admit. But his curiosity, often placed aside, now begged him to see beyond the edge. Slowly, he crawled to it without making any sudden movement. “Louis.” Donnie laid breathless for a moment as he stared into the abyss of color, before regaining the ability to speak. “Louis. Come, you need to see this. I promise you’ll be fine. You won’t fall, I swear.”
Hana pouted at him, almost genuinely crestfallen that he wasn’t going to allow her to make a playlist of a children’s band, and she used the term band very generously. “Are you sure?” She started to hum, shooting him a mischievous glance. “Fruit Salad is an American classic!” She felt tension ease out of her body when he put his hand on hers, loosening her grip on the steering wheel just a little bit. “Yeah. I do.” Taking a deep breath, Hana started to let the van actually pick up some speed, reaching the speed limit comfortably. “This isn’t so bad.”
“That’s the worst one!” He sat up straight in his seat, hands in the air as if saying ‘I give up.’ He wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic about the matter as he pretended to be, really he just found Hana and her mixed looks of pouting and mischief adorable. The more she did it, the more he wanted to laugh. He watched the van’s speedometer’s needle rise and felt himself calming down as he realized that so far, everyone was alive. Now, whatever quiet moment there was between them was broken by Donnie humming the tune to Fruit Salad.
Careful, Donnie, your prejudice is starting to show. My mind works just fine, Donnie. Not a big fan of Alfie, huh?
Whatever you say. No.
Donnie seemed to be in the same boat (or van) as Louis was; He hadn’t wanted to go on the trip, but he couldn’t deny how incredible the sight before them was. “Yeah, woah,” Louis nodded in agreement, having trouble figuring out how to express his feelings into words. Donnie seemed to sum it up perfectly. “If you tripped right now, you’d probably die. No, no, you’d definitely die.” Always the optimist. “It’s amazing, though.”
Donnie took a step forward just as Louis spoke and turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. There was something humorous about what Louis said that made him want to laugh. Probably the idea of just how easy it was to cease to exist and how nervous this should have made them, but somehow, both having seen and felt much worse, this could only be peaceful. And so Donnie smiled. (Two uncommon sights at once!) Maybe two pessimists generated some optimism. “Hold my legs if I look like I’m falling.” Donnie finally said, getting on all fours and crawling to the edge of the current hill/mountain/place? they were at. “I want to see what’s down there.”
“Oh my god,” Louis inhaled sharply, looking out over the canyon. He’d never seen anything like it before, and he was working hard to drink it all in before they’d packed up and continued on the road. “Okay, I’ve got to hand it to Alfie this time…he was right, this is incredible.”
A stubbornness like no other held Donnie prisoner of his own being. Though he had (unwillingly) had his moments of fun, he was nearly forcing himself not to enjoy the trip. He only wanted to mend the situation he had with those closest to him and fucking get to Alfie already. This is why when Louis pointed it out and Donnie finally took in the scene, he exhaled an unexpected “woah.” He stood in awe, sharing the boy’s opinion. “We are so.. small.”
