Drive

Chapter 3

It was nearing six thirty pm, and Roman was absolutely exhausted. There had been a bad accident blocking both lanes of travel and it had taken ages for emergency vehicles and tow trucks to get out to the crash site. At least from what Roman could tell, no one was dead, which meant he at least didn't feel guilty for being angry. There was still another hour left of driving, and yes, Roman knew the sun wasn't setting yet, but he'd been driving all day, and he still didn't trust Remy behind the wheel.

"We found a place to park for the night. I'll drive us to the hotel first thing tomorrow," Roman explained into the mic of his phone, nails picking at his fingers subconsciously. He heard Logan sigh heavily on the other side of the line.

"Roman, this was why you were supposed to leave early today," Logan scolded. Roman was talking to him instead of Patton because Patton was making dinner. "You knew it was a long drive. We all made it, and you had a shorter drive than I did." Roman never wished more for Logan to suck it.

"Okay, but you had an extra two drivers to switch out with!" Roman complained. Everyone knew Patton couldn't drive because of is Visual Snow Syndrome, but Emile and Virgil could both drive, even if Virgil was extremely anxious doing so and therefore avoided it at all costs, and knowing Emile, he would insist on switching out at some point on the trip. "Remy-"

"Don't be blaming other people, Roman. You really should have planned ahead." Roman didn't hear the rest of what Logan was saying, his own anger boiling over the top. The blame always fell to him, didn't it?

"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck all of you!" Roman screamed at the phone. "Tell Patton we'll be there tomorrow." Then Roman hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket before marching back to the car, which was sitting in the lot at a rest-stop where one didn't have to pay to be parked. He doubted they would check on them during the night for being there long, and if they did, hopefully he would have gotten at least some rest by then. Roman slammed the car door, tore off his jacket and threw it on the dash with a guttural yell before he held his face in his hands, sighing heavily. He was so exhausted. He honestly felt like crying because of how tired and angry he was.

"What's up babes?" Remy asked. They were a bit sobered up after the last three hours, including a short nap, and Roman had made sure they hadn't had any more of the alcohol, but they weren't fully themselves yet.

"Just Logan being Logan," Roman grumbled, defensive wall burned down for the time being. "Jumping to conclusions, as always." Remy chuckled slightly and Roman glared at them, but once again they didn't even glance over to look at him, seemingly spaced out.

"Don't worry 'bout him love," Remy assured him. "He's just got his head up his ass and his panties in a twist." Roman sighed again, a little more relieved this time.

"I'm just so tired of him blaming me for stuff all the time. He thinks he's so perfect and that everyone should be just like him," Roman criticized.

"A little like you," Remy smirked. Roman made an offended noise.

"Is not! I'm nothing like him!" he defended adamantly.

"Relax, babes," Remy said, placing a hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman debated whether or not he wanted to pull away. "I was joking," they explained. "Logan can be a real stick in the mud. He gets to me at the best of times."

"Glad I'm not alone," Roman said, a hint of a smile on his face. This was... nice, actually. Most of the time, the others defended Logan. It was reassuring to know he wasn't the only one that had problems with him. Sure, he liked Logan well enough, they were friends, but sometimes Logan felt too much like an overbearing parent, and not in the endearing way that Patton was. Remy yawned.