Prideful

One

"Can I choose the next song please?" I whine.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Mia, I love you, but you're taste in music is straight horseshit."

Ouch.

I turn to Hope for help. She's suddenly extremely interested in the trees and rocky hillside flying past us.

"Hope?"

She looks nervous. "Um..." she sqeaks, clearly not wanting to get involved.

I throw my hands up and simmer, switching glaring out the window and at Brian.

"Would you stop looking like you want to poison me please? I kind of wanted to live for the duration of this trip."

I flip him off.

"Got it." He mutters. Hope squeezes my hand and I feel myself cooling down.

No one expected us to end up together. She was the quiet smart, slightly emo, kid and I was the straight Ds shoplifter who jumped the school fence and bolted to the nearest gas station to make a point.

But we did, and I couldn't be happier.

People have called us fire and ice since one of the popular kids caught us kissing in bathroom.

I don't really care.

Hell, I didn't even know she was gay until she made the first move. She said she preferred not to tell people in case it was just a phase.

Me and Brian on the other hand, well, our coming outs were go big or go home and a whole lot of glitter.

But I digress.

We're currently on a camping trip to celebrate the end of the school year, as well as Hope's 16th birthday.

Having lost the music battle, I rest my chin on my fist and watch as an extremely loud car speeds past us.

Jesus can no one invest in mufflers?

I probably used that wrong.

Whatever. I'm not the mechanic here. If you want to know that stuff you should ask Hope.

She could probably tell you every make and model of car ever made and how to fix them if you asked.

I sigh.

This is gonna be a long four hours...