Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Chapter 13

I sat on my bed surrounded by paints, used paper towels, and various cups of water. I sat on my bed staring at a canvas that I hadn't made a mark on in the past hour or so. I sat of my bed... well.... I'm pretty sure I was drooling a little.

A whole week had gone by with not much of anything, and now I was stuck last minute painting a picture for art before I had to be forced in the car with Gilbert for only god knows how long.

Giving up and deeming the painting good enough, I started to change. It was that darling time of the year where there was a shift in weather, and outside it was hotter than satan's armpit. My dad didn't believe in air conditioning so I was stuck sweating my balls off each day and praying for it to just be over.

Changing from casual gym shorts and nothing, to some khaki shorts, I grabbed a blue striped shirt and threw on some sandals just in time to catch the door when I heard a knock. "Hello?" I ask, pushing some sweaty hair away from my face.

"Aye! Shorty!"

"God help me."
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"BOOM. CLAP.THE SOUND OF MY HEART, THE BEAT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND-"

"CAN YOU BE QUIET!"

The phone sat in front of Gilbert as between singing and shouting the lyrics at the top of his lungs, he tries to direct me.

It was getting pretty fucking annoying.

Listening to his laughter my eyebrow twitched in irritation and the grip I have on the steering wheel tightens. For the past hour he has been switching from station to station trying to find a song he knew to scream at the top of his lungs, making me barely able to screech by turns as I panic from behind the wheel of a car I don't even own.

I never bothered to get an actual license due to the fact my father never let me drive our only car, and we didn't have enough money to afford another one. I did take the classes and behind the wheel training, but I didn't have the motivation to go ahead and the extra step to get my license. So I've been stuck with a permit for a while.

Gilbert, for some reason refused to drive to the chosen place. He hopped in the passengers seat and forced me into the drivers seat where I cluelessly attempted to drive.

I wasn't sure if I was doing good because Gilbert was either screaming song lyrics, shouting directions, or yelling at me to calm down because I was a crazy driver.

I didn't really trust his judgement due to the fact that every time he wasn't talking he looked like he was going to pass out (lack of air?) or vomit.

"Someone's crabby today." He smirked at me as he stretched slightly in the seat. He looked nervous.

"Someone doesn't know how to put air conditioning in their car!"

My replies have been getting snarkier the more time I spend with him. I assume it's due to the fact that I'm getting used to him. Although what I said was true. Currently I was sweating so much that I'm sure my body is no longer 70% water.

Or whatever those statistics were.

"Touché. I suppose Canadian's weren't made to handle 'Merican weather."

"Aren't you from Germany?" I ask softly, wondering how he knew I was originally born in Canada.

"It's Prussia to you, peasant."

Biting my tongue I sigh and focus on front of me once again. I didn't think he would have appreciated me pointing out the Prussia wasn't even a country any more.

"When did you hear about the Canada story?" I ask softy as soon as the silence became unbearable.

Sighing at the laugher he pauses and chirps "Well. I AM friends with Francis, and I chatted with your Dad. I gotta admit it's a pretty damn cute story."