Sometimes I thought to myself- you've really lost it haven't you? I look at you and I think maybe we're both mad. It was too hot and there wasn't enough water to be making this kind of trip. You always drove too fast, it felt like every few minutes you stopped to take a picture of something or take a piss. The sun was shining bright in through the windows of your dusty Range Rover, you had your sunglasses, I had broken mine somewhere at the beginning of our trip. I knew once we stopped in the next city the real trouble would begin, you always started some kind of trouble. "When are we stopping next?" I questioned, trying to get comfortable in the hot, sticky seat. You looked my way taking your eyes of the desert landscape. "I thought you hated stopping?" Ginger spoke with his thick Lewisham accent. "Well no- I just told you that. I need to stretch my legs." Ginger rolled his eyes. "Yeah, alright'." "Don't roll you eyes at me!" I yelled playfully, putting my barefeet in his face. "I'm trying to drive Lou Anne, quit it!" He said, grabbing my foot, and playfully pushing it away. "Sit over there and be good, I swear to fuckin' god." He threatened, his foot heavy on the Accelerator. Ginger turned his attention back to driving the vehicle, he grabbed a cigarette he had sitting on the edge of the car's ashtray, sticking it in between his dry lips. He started searching for his lighter. "Please don't wreck out in the middle of the desert, Ginger!" I said, looking for the actual carton of cigarettes, so I could light one for myself. He turned his gaze back my way, giving a bored look, before sticking a lighter up to his fag. "Can I borrow your light, Ginger?" He stuck his hand out, passing me his gold Zippo. "I want it back when you're done with' it. I don't want you losing all my lighters." Ginger fussed. I lit my own cigarette. "I can't take much more of your abuse!" I said, half serious. "My abuse?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, you're hateful." I said. "Give me my lighter Lou." "No, apologize for being mean to me." I said, holding his lighter hostage. "I'm not mean to you, quit acting like a little bitch." I rolled my eyes, at his petty name calling. He started to look agitated. "And quit name calling, I'm not a little bitch- you are." I looked out the window seeing our next stop coming into view. "You're really pissing me off." Ginger stated, driving the car past a few Men stopped at the entrance to the city. "So?" I questioned him. "Stop, now!" He said, sticking his index finger in my face. "See you're mean, you are mean and terrible and nasty!" I yelled, throwing his gold zippo down next to the gear shift. "Goddamn if I have to be in this car another fuckin' second with you, I will start ripping my hair out." Ginger exclaimed speeding up, once he saw a few establishments and Hotel's coming into view. He pulled his Rover into the parking lot of an expensive looking hotel, squealing the tires as he turned into a parking spot. He parked and opened his car door roughly, he stopped after slamming the door to look through the drivers side window. "I'm gonna get a room, you sit here, Alright." He walked away before, even hearing if I had a response. I sat there smoking the rest of my cigarette. Watching people pass by, doing their daily stuff. I hopped out of the car, despite Ginger's wishes. I really needed to stretch my legs. I walked around the Rover just trying to get the feeling back in my legs. When I saw a light brown dog trotting over to me for affection. "Hey, doggy." I cooed, trying to crouch down, almost falling flat on my ass. The dog started wagging its tail as I patted his head. "Scout, where are you boy?" I heard a man calling from across the lot, an attractive looking guy came strolling over holding a black lead. "Hey, there. I think- I found your dog?" I said, standing up. "Thank you very much indeed. I guess, that's what I get for thinking I can let him off his leash." He said, motioning towards his pet. "I'm Sola, by the way." The Man introduced. "Nice to meet you, I'm Lou Anne." I said holding out my hand, he happily took in his own. "That's a pretty name, It's different." "Thank you, not really where I'm from everyone has names like mine." I told him, as he finally let my hand go. "Where are you from?" "I'm from Virginia, in the U.S." He nodded. "That's interesting, I don't know much about Virginia." "Oh, it's okay. I don't know how to describe it really. It's a pretty poor place where I'm from." I stood there talking the this guy for a few minutes, about nothing in particular. "Lou! Where the hell are you?" I heard Ginger yelling from somewhere over back at the car. Sola raised his eyebrow. "I think somewhere is calling for you?" He laughed, lightening the mood. "Lou Anne!" Ginger yelled like I was a lost dog or something. "Yeah, that's just my psycho boyfriend." I laughed, really just poking fun. I turned around to see Ginger had spotted Sola and I, we were really only a few feet from the car. "There you are." He exclaimed, coming up to me and grabbing my shoulders. He put his head on my right shoulder, his orange hair tickling my face. Ginger looked skeptically about what was going on, "Hello there?" Ginger questioned. "Hello, I'm Sola, Lou Anne here helped me find my dog." Sola said, putting the lead back on his pet. Ginger looked down at the dog, wagging its tail happily. "Nice dog." "Thanks, well, I guess me and Scout here better get going." Sola smiled, unsure. "It was nice meeting you, Lou Anne." "Likewise." I smiled, patting his dog's head, before the two of them left again. "Don't do that to me, Lou." Ginger said, running his hands down my sides. "Do what?" I questioned, turning around in his grasp. "I thought you'd hit the road or something, you know?" "Like leave you?" "Yes." "Ginger, I wouldn't do that to you. I care about you. We literally just came out of the desert, where am I going to go?" "Well, you think I'm mean to you." He scoffed. "I was kidding, you're the one that said something along the lines of 'if I have to be in the car with you another fucking second, I'm going to rip my hair out', not really the first time you and I have been a little rough on one another." Ginger grinned, "I can think of some other times I've been rough on you." I gasp, bumping his arm. "You dirty thing!" "I got us a'room by the way." He said, as we started walking back towards the car. "Are you sorry yet?" I asked, opening the passenger door. Ginger looked at me from across the other side of the car. "For what?" "Being mean to me?" I questioned. "You're the one that lost their mind calling me nasty." Ginger exclaimed rummaging around under the drivers seat for something. "What are you looking for?" I asked, grabbing my purse. "My lighter." He said, furiously looking. "Its right here." I exclaimed, grabbing it from where I threw it. "Give it." He said, sticking his dirty palm out. "No." "Lou Anne!" "Open the boot, will ya'." I said, walking to the back of the Range Rover. "You're bossy today." He said, walking around to get our bags. "Give me that." Ginger said, grabbing his lighter from my hand, sticking it in his shirt pocket. "Move." Ginger mumbled, unlocking the trunk. He started grabbing our things out. "You think you can get something'?" I nodded, "Yeah, what do I need to get?" He handed me two small bags. "That's all, I got everything else." "What room are we in?" "217." I nodded, repeating the number in my head. He put our bags on the pavement, before slamming the boot closed. Ginger picked the bags back up and started off towards our hotel room. We walked down a long hallway and up a flight of stairs, we stopped somewhere in the middle on the second floor, Ginger grabbed the key out of his back pocket and unlocked the door. He held the door open as I walked in. "This alright?" I nodded, sitting the bags down. "Yes, thank you." He put our suitcases down at the door, in the small 'closet area' before closing the door and latching it shut. Ginger walked over, grabbing me and giving me a messy kiss on the lips. "You don't have to thank me, I wasn't gonna make you sleep in the Range Rover." He grinned, giving another kiss. I closed my eyes, inhaling his cologne. "Sorry if I was mean to you, darling." Ginger spoke softly, looking down on me. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have called you names." Ginger raised an eyebrow. "I've been called worse." He laughed. "Besides, you're probably right. You do spend a lot a time with me." "I'm not, you're sweet." I stood up planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you, Lou." Ginger said, holding me tight. "I love you too."
?? This was bad, but I did it for Chuck_Berry hope you like it ??
