Angie lifts her head groggily, wincing as her fingers brush the spot where Billy's hands gripped her neck.
It's definitely going to bruise, if it hasn't already.
Remembering their situation, she instantly scans her surroundings.
Not noticing Steve's head resting in her lap, her wide eyes land on Max behind the wheel.
"What are you doing?" she whispers, holding a hand out to keep Max from panicking.
"Driving."
Steve stirs, groaning as he sits up, alerted by her voice.
Angie flinches at the sudden movement, not seeing him beforehand.
"No, don't touch it," Dustin coos, gently removing Steve's hand from his face. "Hey, buddy... It's okay. You guys put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you fought. You're okay."
Steve groans again, his headache flaring, taking the ice pack Dustin hands him.
"Okay," Lucas instructs from the passenger seat, eyes on the map. "Keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai."
"What's going on?" Steve grumbles, barely audible through his busted lip.
Then he notices Max's hands on the wheel. "Oh my God."
"Relax. She's driven before."
"Yeah, in a parking lot," Mike objects.
"That counts," Steve mutters, incredulous.
"Oh my God," he groans, sitting up too fast and ramming his head into Angie's temple.
Both curse in unison.
"It's okay... They were gonna leave you guys behind."
"Oh my God."
"Why were you gonna leave me behind? I agreed to the whole arson thing," Angie says, voice tinged with hurt.
"I promised you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin soothes, trying to calm them both.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?"
Max slams the gas pedal, sending them speeding faster.
Both yell, panicked.
"Oh my God! No! Slow down! Stop the car!"
"I told you they'd freak out," Mike bickers.
"Stop the damn car, Max!"
"Everybody shut up!" she commands, focusing intently.
"Wait, that's Mount Sinai. Make a left!" Lucas yells.
"What?"
"Left!" Max jerks the wheel, smashing a mailbox in the process.
"Holy shit! I'm gonna puke," Angie gags lightly, covering her mouth.
"Don't puke! Don't puke!" Steve pleads, still in her lap. "If you puke, it'll get in my hair!"
"It's not like you look worse than you do now!"
"Ouch!"
"It's true! Farrah Fawcett spray won't fix this."
Steve grabs her waist as they speed through a ditch, back onto the road.
"It's fine!" she screams, clinging to anything.
"You can just buy more spray!"
"Hey! I told you not to tell anyone!"
"Holy shit!" she yells as they hit the pumpkin patch sign.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
