𝐇𝐞 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

After committing literal arson, you and Mike fled the scene. (After you had your little moment).

Mike was "overjoyed" when he found out his car was towed too, perfectly topping off his mood. You offered to drive him back home, and his response was "and let you drive another 4 hours back to Phoenix? I don't think so" You blushed at his selfless act, but insisted, and nobody went again you insisting, so he sighed, agreeing hesitantly.

Plus, it was the least you could do. It was only, like, 2 hours away.

He decided he wasn't gonna pay $200 just to get his car back. He actually wanted it scrapped. His exact words were "it's a piece of junk anyway" You shrugged in response.

About your injury, you managed to clean up your shoulder. You cleaned up most of the blood and wrapped a bandage tightly around it, temporarily keeping it at bay.

About Mike, he insisted that he was fine. He said that he only had a few slashes and not anything major, but you still helped him clean the one on his shoulder blade.

It was approximately 36 minutes into your drive and it was 3:09am. You were so fucking tired. Mike was too, as he had fallen asleep minutes after he stepped into your car.

Video Games by Lana del Rey started playing softly on the radio. Her gentle voice made you want to fall asleep right there and then. You did often feel your eyes slowly shut, then you flung them back open, making sure not to swerve and crash and die.

Mike shifted in his seat, and actually woke up. He yawned, and stretched his arms over his head. "Glad your back" you smiled, not taking your eyes off the road. He chuckled.

He cleared his throat. "Lana del Rey?" You glanced over at him with a surprised look "You like Lana?" then you looked back at the road. "Who doesn't?" he smiled. You shrugged as if it say 'fair enough'.

He turned in his seat and reached for your bag in the backseat, and put it on his lap. He unzipped it and rummaged around. "What the hell are you doing?" you smiled, furrowing your brows.

He continued searching, but then he sighed in annoyance. "What?" you pestered. "There's no more Dr Pepper" he grumbled. As if on cue, there was a sign that read Services on the next left, meaning there was a gas station. "Well, you're in luck" you pointed at the sign.

You pulled into the gas station, and turned to Mike. "Stay here, i'll be 5 minutes" then you clambered out of your car and shut the door. You thought you might as well refill the tank while you were here, so you did so.

You entered the store, and found a 6-pack of Dr Pepper cans. You grabbed it, and also picked up a big pack of Cheetos. You payed for everything then exited the store, resting the cans on your hip and your other hand clasping the Cheetos.

You placed the stuff in the backseat, then hopped into the drivers seat. Mike was already ripping open the packet and taking a can of the fizzy liquid. You laughed at his eagerness.

It had been about another 40 minutes since your stop at the gas station. You and Mike had comfortable conversations, and you found out that you two actually had a lot in common.

Currently, you were driving down a narrow, dark road, the only thing lighting your way was your blaring headlights. The only sound in your car being Arctic Monkeys playing on the radio, until the noise of Mike shifting in the leather seat disrupted the tune. He kept on shifting around uncomfortably for a few moments.

You glanced at him, furrowing your brows "What's wrong?" He shifted again "Nothing i'm good" he said quickly, not looking at you. You gave him a suspicious glance, not believing a word he said.