Journals [FreenBecky]

Chapter 33

"Slow down!" Becky shrieked from the back seat.

"Becky, I am barely going the speed limit. Because of you, I am going at least like, twelve under. Chill out," Freen retorted as her hands gripped the wheel a little harsher.

Due to Becky's severe lack of trust with Freen behind the wheel, Freen had been making special accommodations. Those accommodations made her resent driving anywhere with Becky, though. Becky insisted that she goes slow and obsessively checks all of her mirrors. Freen knew that Becky's overbearing backseat driver tendencies stemmed from fear of her getting hurt, but her motives didn't stop her from being any less annoyed.

"Sorry..." Becky pouted and sunk into the seat and rubbed her neck. Her seatbelt had been digging into it because of how much she strained against it to make sure Freen was driving safely.

"Noey, tell me we're almost there," Freen looked over at Noey in the passenger seat with pleading eyes.

"We've only been on the road for like, five minutes..." Noey deadpanned. "Just tell Becca to shut up."

"I heard that," Becky grumbled from behind.

"Shut up," Noey told Becky, then smirked at Freen. "See? Just that simple."

"I hate you," Becky scoffed and kicked her seat as best as she could from her cramped position.

"Good one, Noey," Freen laughed, enjoying the banter between them. She held up her hand for a high five and nearly swerved off of the road when Becky screamed.

"Keep your hands on the wheel!!!" Becky scolded Freen with frantic eyes, leaning forward once more. The seatbelt bit into her skin again and she reared back a little.

"Becca, what the hell." Irin commented with a frown, tuning into her surroundings. Becky had previously been drowned out by her headphones, but even Irin heard that.

"Bec, I swear, if we get into an accident, it'll be your fault. Can you fucking calm down?" Freen snapped, glaring at her through the rear-view mirror.

"Why don't you just take a nap, Becca?" Nam offered her mediation. It seemed like it was three against one.

"I can't. I'm too worried," Becky mumbled as she ducked back into her respective corner.

"There's nothing to worry about," Noey commented, twisting around to see her.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen-" Becky responded, but a car from her peripheral vision prompted get into action. She plunged forward and pointed at the slowly approaching car wildly. "Watch out for that car!!!"

"Bec! I fucking saw it!" Freen yelled back at her. "God, if you don't want anything bad to happen, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut," Freen suggested in annoyance.

On one of the hottest days of the summer, Becky thought it would be a grand idea to go to an amusement park. There were absolutely no good amusement parks in Bangkok, so wherever they went, they'd have to do quite a bit of driving. Their choices were between Busch Gardens and Islands of Adventure, but Busch Gardens sounded a bit more appealing. Becky, Irin, Nam, Noey, and Freen were all willing to sacrifice collectively eight hours or so of their day for travel. It was already getting tedious and they'd just gotten in the car.

Becky was cautious the entire time Freen was the designated driver. So, Freen pretty much had to deal with Becky screeching at her every few seconds. Not even a quarter of the way there, Freen gave up and just asked Noey to drive. Why Becky was so protective over Freen versus everyone else, nobody knew. But she was quiet the entire time everyone else was driving.