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⠀⠀⠀ In which they're symphonies too sickly sweet when sung together. But when circumstances do arise, Ash and Serena realize that they can't really exist in the same melod...
"Milk has gotten fat since I last saw her." Miette caressed the unamused cat's fur as May just stood there, sulking.
Then she slapped the bluette's hands away. "Stop bodyshaming my daughter. It's not like you give a care about her, anyway."
"I was just saying." Miette held up her hands in surrender and butted into the second row of the minivan. May exchanged a fed-up look with me before following her, half-hugging her pet along.
Ash was already in the second row, and he shifted towards the window for making space for the girls. Drew had seated himself in the limited space he got in the third row, extra bags and foldable chairs were shoved in there, and I don't think anymore people could fit in. Both rows were packed by the time everyone had stuffed in.
No, wait.
"Serena, are you not gonna sit?" May leaned forward in her seat and asked with a frown, scanning me with my dumb face and dumb bag.
I licked my lips, praying that they'd synthesize a reply that won't be as hodgepodge as my thoughts at the moment. "Yeah- I was just going to."
I reached out for the passenger door while gulping my saliva, more like swallowing down an unchewed M&M. Was obligating me to sit beside Alain for the ride another one of Miette's meticulous plans? But why in the world would she even think of doing that - aren't they dating?
Alain activated the childlock when I had put on the seat belt. With my duffel bag on the dashboard and hands folded over the lap, he kicked the accelerator pedal and we were off, though speechlessly so. Like, for real.
I was expecting someone to at least yell 'here we go!' or perhaps hoot, but nope. Judging by the atmosphere, it impied as though we were heading over to someone's funeral and not a hopefully stress free five-day vacation.
I rested my elbow over the window pane and let out the deepest sigh as concrete buildings stemmed into the greens and browns of nature along the highway. Just four minutes into the drive, and I already despise it like, a pizza topped with pineapples.
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At the one hour mark, we were nearly more than halfway through the journey. I had brought Lillie's most treasured Divergent series with me since I barely got any time at home or at school to read them. I was a quick reader, and under fifty minutes, I managed to complete hundred pages of the first part.
I could relate to Tris on a personal level: being an outcast and adapting to new environments (the only exception was of not living in the dystopian universe). But I mean, I might as well consider that unsurvivable world better than having to sit in this congested minivan for two hours straight.
