She's My Crystal (Milo x reader)

Chapter Four

(Y/N)'S POV:

Sweet gently placed a hat with a candle inside of it for the fallen soldiers and explorers. I was leaning against Milo for support. My head was still banging with pain.

Commander stood by the water. "Seven hours ago, we started with 200 of the finest women and men. We're all that's left."

I looked around, seeing possibly 80 of us. I sadly looked down.

"I won't sugarcoat it, gents. We have a crisis, but we've done this before. We've always come through. Paddle or no paddle." Sweet half-hugged a girl with overalls. "And I see no reason to change that policy now. From here on in, everyone double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works. Looks like all our chances for survival rests with you two. Rose and Thatch. You two, and that little book."

"We're all going to die." Mrs. Packard said, flicking her cigarette away.

"Alright, settle up. Lieutenant. I wanted this convoy moving 5 minutes ago!"

Blondey rolled her eyes and started yelling. Her orders echoed through the air pocket. "Mole you're on point, no Vinny! Audrey's taking the oiler. You know the rules. 50 yards behind the truck at all times. Packard, put out that damn cigarette."

A honking caught my attention. I turned, not seeing Milo by my side. I glanced behind me and saw Milo honking the horn on the side of a truck. I facepalmed. "Oi..."

Commander walked over and grabbed it, forcefully ripping it off the truck. "Are you sure you're checked out on this class of vehicle?"

Milo was frowning with a part of the horn in his hands. "Uhh..."

I started to walk over. "Can you drive a truck?"

He flushed red. "O-of course I can drive a-a truck." He hopped in and looked around to keep himself busy with the conversation. I started to giggle.

"I mean, you've got your steering.." He rotated the steering wheel left and right twice. "...and your gas, and your brake..." He pushed down gently with his foot. "...and of course!" Milo played with a lever near him. "This metal, uh, looking thing. Heh."

I couldn't keep my laughs in. I had to turn around and let a couple out. I could FEEL Milo glaring at me. Is that possible to feel glares?

"Okay so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle!"

I turned around, still laughing. Commander stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

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"Milo...this isn't...how you drive!" I held onto the side of the truck, making sure I didn't hit my head again. Milo was kind of driving- except he was hitting the brake repeatedly, causing everyone to honk at him and stop.

"You think you can do better? I'm doing the best I can-"

"Eyes on the road, Milo."

He growled under his breath and tried again. Nope. Scratch that. Used the brakes again instead of the gas pedal. I sighed and pushed him out of the driver's seat. I grabbed the lever and put it in the correct gear, and gently pressed the gas pedal, making the truck slowly move and light the way, like it should.

Milo crossed his arms and opened his book. "You know, the hurt shouldn't work. Commander's orders."

"Well, he's not up here with us, is he? It's just us."

He was quiet. I smiled as I kept my eyes on the path. "Which way?"

"....um.." He got out and used the truck's headlight to read. He pointed to the left, but he looked unsure. I put on the emergency brake on and parked the truck, before walking out to him. "What's wrong?"