𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒗. dylan's worries

chapter thirty-five:
❛ dylans worries  ❜

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Arizona's hands gripped the wheel as she navigated the winding, poorly paved road that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness. The car's headlights were the only thing cutting through the night, casting shadows on the road as they rumbled forward, somewhere between Texas and Mexico, with no real plan except to get Miguel back home. Beside her, Dylan was fast asleep, his head pressed awkwardly against the window, mouth slightly open, a soft snore slipping out now and then. Arizona shook her head, almost smiling at how oblivious he looked.

Suddenly, the car bounced over a series of bumps, jolting both of them. Arizona tried to steady the wheel, but the rough stretch of road shook the entire car. With a loud, dramatic gasp, Dylan jerked awake, clutching the seatbelt across his chest as his eyes flew open.

"What's happening?!" he yelped, looking around wildly, like he'd woken up in the middle of an action movie chase scene. "Are we... are we being chased? Is it the cartel?"

Arizona snorted, her eyes still on the road. "Relax, Indiana Jones. Just a bumpy road."

Dylan's hands were gripping the seatbelt so tightly his knuckles were white. "Oh... right. I knew that." He gave a nervous laugh, but his eyes darted around, still not quite convinced they were safe.

Arizona glanced over, amused. "You good?"

"No, I'm not fine!" Dylan blurted, clearly still processing the fact that he was somewhere south of the border, in the middle of the night, without any backup plan. "I mean, I didn't even tell anyone we just left! Not my mom, not even Sam! Oh my god... Sam's going to be so pissed at me. She's going to think I abandoned her. This is going to ruin everything!"

Arizona sighed, giving him a sideways look. "You seriously think Sam's going to hate you for helping out Miguel? Chill out. We'll stop at a gas station soon, get some service, and call everyone to let them know what's going on. They'll understand."

Dylan ran a hand through his hair, clearly not convinced. "You don't get it, Arizona. I didn't even think about what they'd think... and my mom—she's probably freaking out. When she finds out I'm gone, she'll kill me! And crossing the border? She'll ground me for life."