the accident

7:56 pm (III)

another quick refresher: emma and ga (what's wrong with me? I was about to write gabriel) MILES just left miles' job dinner, and he's upset because everybody was being mean. 

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"What is it?" I asked touching his arm gingerly. I was assuming since we were in his car, his PDA wouldn't be an issue.

"Nellie just—aggravates me." He said. "All the damn time, she doesn't ever leave me alone,"

"I know," I whispered.

Then out of nowhere, he said: "Do you like...want to get out of here?"

"Like where?" I asked. He looked out into the road dramatically.

"America," He said quietly.

I didn't really understand why he wanted to go to America. I figured it was because he was so fed up with his life, and he wanted to take a break from it and leave completely behind (even if theoretically, he would eventually need to come back). Or maybe he was just a picky person who hated Australia and Canada. I did pity Miles, though, he was practically an orphan, and his co-workers weren't good and kind to him like they're supposed to be.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Really?" He turned to me, his eyes were wide. I nodded.

"Yeah," I said. "Just let me get changed first."

"Yeah, sure," he said starting the car. "Thank you," he said breathing out.

For some reason I really trusted Miles. I barely knew the guy, and we're going on a road-trip together, for all I truly knew, he could be an ax murderer, and he's about to kill me right now. But there was something about him that made me trust him so much, it might be his vulnerability or the fact that he was practically an orphan, but I really trusted him. I felt as if I knew him my whole life. But Avery's voice kept on ringing in my head, but I ignored it.

"What are you thinking about?" Miles asked. I looked at him, and he was looking back at me. "You looked lost in thought," we've been on the road for a few minutes now.

"I'm just...thinking," I answered dumbly, as he laughed.

"About what?" He pressed. I turned my whole body towards him. His eyes are still focused on the road.

"You," I said simply. He looked at me, and a smile crept between his lips.
"What about me?" He questioned, but I could tell that he was flattered.

"My trust in you," I replied. Right after I said it, I regretted it. I shouldn't have had said something so dull-witted.

"Your trust in me?" He asked slowly repeating what I said. He turned his head to look at me and smiled slightly. I looked down with flushed cheeks.

"Oh...I don't know..." I started regretfully rambling. "I just trust you, there's like this part in my brain specified just for you. It's weird, but I started trusting you so fast, even if I barely know you, and usually, I take forever to start trusting someone so much. But also, I'm going on a road-trip with a guy that I barely know, and it's so out of the ordinary that..."

"Emma," he said laughing. "Shut-up, yeah? I understand what you mean. I get it." His voice was soft.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," I said. I turned back around and looked out the window.

The highway was empty, but it was almost eight o'clock at night, which odd because there should be more cars. The sun was still up, making the sky orange. It was almost blinding. It was still warm outside. I stuck my hand out the window and made a wave motion, as my hair was blowing wildly in the wind.