Drive

Chapter 2

The two didn't share any meaningful conversation for the next few hours. Roman had cycled through all of Halsey and Petit Biscuit, Remy singing or humming along the whole time. They were on-pitch for the most part, so it didn't bother Roman all too much. Occasionally Remy would pipe up with some thought on something they saw, whether it be a rainbow license plate on a car with fake eyelashes over its headlights or an ugly bird or cursing out some driver that had cut Roman off. There was bit more traffic than Roman had hoped for, but when they did decide to stop for lunch at about one thirty in the afternoon, he took great solace in the fact that they had finished the longer leg of the trip and that Remy would be driving the second part. He was so looking forward to a nice nap.

"I'm going to eat outside at one of the park tables," Roman announced as he put on his own makeup that he had been too tired to deal with that morning. He always wore a small amount of brown eyeliner, which he found gave a softer look than black eyeliner, light blush and occasionally gold eyeshadow, though he didn't feel like doing so today. "You can join me if you'd like."

"No thanks, babes," Remy smiled, ensuring the latch on their clutch purse was closed. They threw the golden plated chain over their left shoulder, checked themselves over once more in the side mirror before opening the door. "No offense, but I'm more of a 'do my own thing' kind of person."

"None taken," Roman said, trying not to sigh in relief. Really, he had offered not because he wanted to share the lunch period with Remy, but more out of obligation to be kind to his passenger. "Meet back in an hour and half or so? Plenty of time to get food, eat, use the restroom, and stretch our legs."

"Yepp, got it," Remy said in a tone that Roman couldn't help but find slightly dismissive. They didn't even look at him as they got out of the car, already on their phone and closing the car door with their foot. Roman rolled his eyes but focused once again on his eyeliner.

Finishing the minimalistic makeup, Roman reached into the back of the small car and grabbed his backpack which kept his on-hand things and got out his red jacket. Roman wasn't wearing anything particularly eye-catching today, only a white tank top with rainbow stipes across the top which included the colours blue pink and white on top and brown and black underneath the traditional colours of the rainbow and a pair of cuffed jeans.

As Roman got out of the car, deciding to take his backpack with him, his thoughts went to Remy's singular bag. Yes, it was a larger backpack than most, and it was clearly packed to the brim, but Roman still questioned how Remy had managed to pack for three days, including today. It was Saturday after prom, and Patton and Emile's parents had booked them rooms for Saturday afternoon and evening, all of Sunday, and Monday morning.

Prom had been amazing, even if Roman was a little let down that none of them got Prom King, though from what he'd heard, it was rather close between himself and Kenny. Still, Prom was not the focus of this weekend. These next few days were dedicated to his friends. Remy and Janus, who were unfortunate +1's to others in the group. Regardless, Roman was very excited he decided as he sat down to eat first.

It was nearing three fifteen as Roman went through to Remy's voicemail. Again. He groaned and rubbed his face.

"Where are you? You're fifteen minutes late and you're not answering texts of calls." Roman had texted a good ten times and called now twice. "I told you an hour and a half. Was that not enough time? Where on earth are you?" he asked again to the voicemail. Roman sighed exasperatedly. Yelling at an answering machine bot wasn't going to accomplish anything. "Look, just, let me know where you are okay? I don't want to have to go looking for you." Roman hung up and slouched back in his seat.

In all honesty, he was concerned. Remy was the type of person to naturally attract trouble. It was something Remy shared with Remus and Janus. The three had a habit of being offensive, sometimes unintentionally, though, sometimes intentionally. Either way, if Remy was in trouble, Roman didn't know that they were. He couldn't leave without them, and though he personally didn't like Remy, he wouldn't wish them harm, not badly anyways, and he doubted any of the others would be impressed if he showed up with a beat up Remy. Roman pulled out his phone to text again when there was a knock on the driver side window, making Roman yelp and flinch.