AU || Cairo Lucia Santiago is on break from university. Bradley Will Simpson wants to get his big break in the music industry. Together, they go on a roadtrip around the UK, where they busk their hearts out and discover more about their lost selves...
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📌 Stirling, Scotland, UK
After seeing that an hour has passed since the time my dad and I agreed to meet, I desperately looked at the nearest street sign, hoping that he was just right around the corner.
"Was it my fault?" I heard Brad ask behind me, then I immediately shook my head.
"No. This is the first time since we ate that I've connected to the internet; there's no way I could've seen these messages earlier."
I scrolled to read every text Dad sent me. After I got to the last text, which said that I should contact Oslo if I needed to be picked up, I quickly texted my dad, apologizing for not responding earlier, then I sighed.
"I don't know how I am going to get home. My dad said that I can text Oslo, but...we aren't even talking. Ugh, this is all my fault."
"I'm sorry, Cai. But, if it makes you feel better, it's not entirely your fault. I thought of the deal that made us consume time, so I also have a part in it. Don't blame yourself only."
"I mean, I didn't exactly tell you that my dad and I were planning to meet here after his work, so," I said, then Brad shrugged.
"I can...drive you home, if you want?"
"Is it not a bother?"
"Of course not. This may be the last time I'll ever see you, so, if you're worried about being a bother, this will be your last chance, so you should be more worried about how you're going to make it count," Brad said, which made me chuckle.
"I don't just get in strangers' cars."
"Well, I don't just offer strangers a lift, but here we are."
"I'll pay for your gas money."
"No need; it's covered by the rest of your excess payment," Brad said, then I playfully rolled my eyes before he asked me to come with him. We walked for a bit before Brad pulled out his keys from his pocket, then he clicked an old, red Toyota Camry open.
"It's not much, but for a car that was bought just before I was born, it's pretty decent," Brad commented as he put his things at the back, then I lingered by the passenger's door.
"And when was it bought, exactly?"
"Around 16 years ago? I'm 15 and I don't have a license."
My eyes nearly detached from their sockets.
"I'm joking. It was bought almost 26 years ago," Brad said as he climbed in, then I followed after, surprised that Brad was handing me a phone after I put my seatbelt on.
