the unlikely partnership

chapter 5: reil

Now i know why some people don't want children. Eventhough Cas and Harper are in their mid-twenties, they act like children. How are they not exhausted with their bickering? They aren't tired but i sure am. Cas and Harper continued to argue in the backseat like a couple of children, oblivious to the toll it was taking on me. I increased the volume of the radio, trying to drown out their constant bickering. Thankfully, it did muffle up the fight at the backseat but their voices still pierced through the music, their insults and retorts barely muffled by the increasing volume.

"Language!" I snapped, trying to keep the situation under control. But it was like trying to break up a fight between two stubborn kids.

"Then tell her to shut the fuck up!"

"Stop acting like a baby, Cas. Just be nice to her, why do you even hate her so much?"

"Do i need to explain everything to you?! She's obnoxious, annoying, stuck up-"
The next moment i could see a shoe mark imprinted on his face. Damn.

"Harper!" I yelled, trying to interject between their childish antics. "Please do not assault anyone in this car!"

Before this job is over, my hair is probably going to turn white from all this stress. How do people have energy to bicker so much? The pair fell quiet for a moment, but the tension was still thick in the air. I glanced at them through the rearview mirror. Cas sitting at the right. Harper sitting at the left. Their faces were set in stony expressions, still silently shooting daggers at each other with their eyes.

"And you, Cas," I turned my attention to him. "Do not insult anyone in this car!"

He protested, trying to defend his behavior. "But Rei, she's the one being rude to me first."

"Excuse me?" Harper spoke up, her voice rising in indignation. "It was you who gave me the bloody judgmental stare. What was I supposed to do? Lay down and get shot? No way."

The bickering continued, and I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes. Mental note: never, ever have kids, especially ones as difficult as these two.

I let out another deep sigh, wondering if we would ever get a moment of peace in this car ride. The tension between Cas and Harper was palpable, and it seemed like they were more interested in arguing with each other than focusing on the task at hand.

I turned my gaze back to the road, steeling myself for a long and exhausting ride ahead. The constant bickering in the backseat was like sandpaper rubbing against my nerves. Despite my best efforts to keep the situation under control, it seemed like the only way to shut them up was to let them insult it out. But I couldn't help but feel exasperated and frustrated, wondering how two grown adults could behave like stubborn children.