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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📌 Oxford, England, UK
Being stuck in a standstill has got to be the most awkward experience I've ever had with Brad, who looked like he was about to fall asleep anytime.
We have not talked for the past 5 minutes at all after we decided that the music playing from his radio was enough to fill the comfortable silence between us. Since then, however, we only managed to move probably only about a foot.
At that rate, I was trying not to use my phone, which was on its final 5% of battery. Brad, on the other hand, tried his best to keep his eyes open, removing his glasses from time to time so he could rub his eyes gently.
"You can sleep if you want. I'll just wake you up when traffic has moved," I told Brad, who shook his head.
"It's against the law, Cai. The driver must be awake and alert at all times."
"I mean, technically, you're no longer alert, so," I said, then Brad chuckled. He then took his phone from the mount, but he was startled by a loud horn, causing him to lose his grip.
"Fucking dick!" Brad said, then he angrily honked his horn back, rolling his eyes before we looked for his phone. I managed to find it near under my seat, so I grabbed it while he drove forward a little, seeing that traffic moved a little bit.
"I mean, we reserved a room, right? We can check in anytime within the day?" Brad asked me, then I nodded my head as I gave him his phone back.
"Yes. Let's pray this traffic will end today," I said, then Brad crossed his fingers before reading through his email, which still had no reply from Tristan E, but with 2 new demos that he was asked to work on. It won't be another 10 minutes until we were moving again, then we saw the reason why traffic was really slow.
Three cars crashed toward each other, and it looked horrific. Only one lane was open as the scene was cleared up of the smashed glass and crumpled metal parts. Tingles went up my spine when I saw a guy near one of the cars that were smashed up and he was crying as he sat on the road, as if he were the one to blame. I saw, however, that the police were at the side talking, but they did not look at him once.
"You alright?" Brad asked as he sped up since we were already past the crash scene, then I shook my head.
"I will be, though. But, right now, I am a bit shaken up," I admitted, then Brad glanced at me.
"Will holding my hand help you calm down?" Brad asked, then I chuckled nervously.
"You're driving, Brad. I might cause a distraction. Not to mention that you have to switch gears every now and then."
"It's fine. It's not like I'll be holding your hand the entire time," Brad said as he patted my knee twice.
