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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content warning: emotionally heavy
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📌 Dorset, England, UK
After dropping Tristan off at his second job, which was as a receptionist in the inn where we agreed to meet last night, Brad and I found ourselves on the road again, this time, in complete and utter silence.
I couldn't bring myself to talk after what I found out last night, and I'm pretty sure Brad managed to read my mood, since he stopped trying to break the ice between us after four lousy attempts. The radio was busting out some pop song that unfortunately wasn't enough to mask the awkwardness between us. In addition, Brad was too focused on the winding road ahead of us, so I thought it was really best if I don't say anything.
"Can you stop giving me the cold shoulder?" Brad asked, then I rolled my eyes.
"You're mad at me? What the fuck did I even do to make you mad this time?" Brad asked, then my blood boiled.
"It's not you, Brad, I swear to god," I said.
"Then what is?" Brad said with an elevated tone, then I looked at him in anger.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me."
"No, Cai. I'm sick and tired of you making me guess all the time. When you're mad at me, you can just tell me, okay? There's no need to be a bitch."
"I'm not mad at you! I'm just mad at the way you're acting!"
"And how exactly am I acting?"
"Like you're pissed off! You're being childish just because I don't want to talk to you yet, and it's frustrating. I can't talk right now because I've got a lot on my mind, and I can't just express how I feel because I feel like I'm only going to be a big bother and I'm scared of what you or other people will think. You're making me feel like I'm a bad friend just because I'm putting my needs first!"
"Alright, fine! You're right. You're always bloody right. Everything that comes out of your mouth is nothing but the truth, which I am expected to surrender to, and you don't give a shit about what I feel or how the situation actually is from my perspective. You want to have things your way? Then, fine, I'm the bad guy! Does that make you happy?" Brad said angrily, raising his voice even more and looking at me the entire time, as if he forgot that he had to keep his eyes on the road, which I immediately looked at.
"Brad, fuck, look out!" I yelled since we were in the way of an SUV, which flashed its lights on us as its piercing horn deafened our eardrums, then Brad quickly spun the wheel to the left, making us miss the oncoming car completely, but go straight toward the edge of the road, which was close to a cliff. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate while Brad stomped as hard as he could on the brake, the resulting screech reluctantly reminding us that it was a last-second attempt of saving us from plumetting to our death.
