Scott Blue POV
He was more than just an American man. He was a man with a scar on his knee that was shaped like Florida, and a left arm full of tattoos of people's smiling faces. His name was Anthony Pell. He's thirty-six, so that's Lesley, Marcela, and Royal's age, so I didn't think that there really was a problem staying with him for however long this may be.
"Do you have any kids?" I ask out of curiosity as the sun brightens up again.
"No."
"Do you have a wife?"
"No."
"Do you have a fiance?"
"No."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Do you have any pets?"
"No."
"Do you have brothers?"
"No."
"Do you have sisters?"
"No."
"Do you have parents?"
"I used to. Now, can we just cut the questions. Where are you wishing to go? " He interupts sourly.
"I'm not too sure."
"Anywhere but here?" He asks with an evil grin. A grin where I could only see his bottom teeth. His yellow bottom teeth.
"Anywhere but here." I confirm nervously.
"Ah huh." He says under his breath.
I did not expect this, but I soon realized that we were driving all day.
Anthony Pell was able to stay awake this whole time as he keeps driving without a roof.
I was trying to stay awake, but I was getting tired again. It was best to stay awake though. Anthony Pell is still such a mystery.
Sometime during the next morning, Anthony was smoking away his cigarette while heading down the thruway. I remember Lesley one time when we were traveling to Ohio. (Our only vacation ever) We spotted one elderly man smoking a cigarette out his window. He had a few kids in his backseat, and somehow Lesley was able to see all of it. She scoffed to herself, "He's going to get cancer."
"Stop!" I immediately interrupted, "You're about to get cancer!"
"What?"
"But it's true!"
"Well, my cousin has cancer. He never smoked." He says as if to prove some kind of a point.
"Yes, and my Granny has cancer. She never touched a cigarette in her life, but I know that if you smoke cigarettes, your hair will fall out, and... your hair will fall out...." I didn't know much else about cancer.
Oh wait-
"And you have to wear an oxygen tube! It looks really bad."
"Listen kid, I don't care."
"How do you not care? You didn't even tell me where you're driving!"
"Listen." He turns to make direct eye contact with me. "I'm not taking you anywhere interesting. You're a runaway hitchhiker. A really spicy runaway hitchhiker, and I will not tolerate this nonsense! I'll drop you off somewhere soon. Trust me."
"But... but... you just wanna leave me somewhere after all this driving?"
"You didn't thank me even once." He says suddenly sharply.
