The Whistler

Chapter 4:

It was Thursday, 2 days until the race. I was ready.

Or at least I think I am.

I haven't really talked to the guys that much since I have so many tests and homework this week. I mean, don't teachers know when that're giving you too much stuff?

Wait, no they don't. I know they don't care about us because they make us do tons of homework. I mean, all their students are teenagers with. I mean, don't they know that their students just want to have fun and not take tests in boring classrooms with old teachers???

I am currently laying in the living room on the couch 'relaxing' which is my excuse for not doing my homework. 

The screen door slides open, revealing my dad in his work clothes. I jump up, startled. I run up to him and give him a big bear hug. He smells like car oil, probably because he works at a car shop.

I step back a little and wrinkle up my nose."You smell," I state. He chuckles.

"I know. I'm going to go shower, then we are going out to eat. And stop 'relaxing' and get to your homework."

Wow. He knows me well.

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A half an hour later, I'm halfway done with my homework and starting to get ready. My dad stomps down the stairs in semi-nice clothes so I guess that what I'm wearing is fine.

We walk out of the house and to the truck. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and steps up into the truck.

Dad grumbles and starts the car smoothly, while I turn on the radio. I start singing along to 'Uptown Funk' as loud as I can. I don't even stop when they sing the swear words.

Dad starts singing too and I roll down the windows and plug my ears playfully. He lightly slaps my arm and winks at me.

Oh do I love my dad.

And yes, I mean Love.

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We drove down the road for about 10 minutes before I became suspicious. I had no idea where we were.

"Dad, where on earth are we?"

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye timidly before focusing back to the road. "I have absolutely no idea," he stated bluntly.

"Seriously! We've been driving out of the city with no sense of direction! AARRGGHH!" I blurted angrily.

My dad burst out laughing, stopping the car properly on the side of the gravel road to clutch his stomach and lean over, laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny" I demanded. He was giggling so wildly that his head hit the horn, honking for a bit longer then 3 seconds just as someone drove past, flipping us off. We both looked at each other wide eyed, then doubled over laughing our butts off.

After we sobered up, he smiled at me. "When you yelled, it sounded like a rhino giving birth!"

He started laughing again and I snorted, an attractive noise, I know.

Then, still smiling, he unlocked the car and walked around to the back of the truck, opening it and pulling out something brownish-tan. He then looked through the back window and motioned for me to get out of the car.

Confused, I hopped out of the truck and slammed the door behind me, hearing it lock with a click. Then I followed my dad through he wheat field.

We walked side by side for a minute before he stopped and handed me what I now recognized as my mom's favorite pick- nick basket. Then he unfolded a red blanket which he sat on. I sat down to and placed the basket between us. This was my mom's favorite thing to do on sunny evenings. She'd grab a blanket and pack some sandwiches and fruits to go out and enjoy the sunset.

My dad shifted to sit next to me so that we could both watch the sunset. Then, my dad opens the pick-nick basket and hands me a tinfoil square. I open it up and eat the sandwich wrapped in a comfortable silence.

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We were back in the car and unfortunately, since dad had no idea where we were, we were utterly and desperately lost.

I pulled out my new phone but there were no bars. "Darn it!" Of course, dad decided to go old school and pulled out a tattered map, finding a route in a flash. "No fair," I pouted silently in my seat.

Dad patted my knee. "Don't rely on technology to get you out of tricky situations. This is how the people of the past did it."

I was now staring at him. "What if I like the technology now, not in the past? Then what do I rely on?"

"Raw meat.," he said shrugging like it was nothing.

"EEEEWWWWWW! EWWW, EWWW, EWWW, EWWW, EWWW!" I plugged my ears and shouted "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA! I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUU!"

And being the sickly minded person to say such a thing, he just laughed at my reaction.

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A/N:

Hello folks!!! How do you like the update?  After I wrote the original chapter, Uptown Funk came on my Pandora! It was so coincidental! Now Uptown Funk is really old but oh well!

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