Petals on The Moon || Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Fem!OC

LXXXVII

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Hello again.

"I'm autistic!" I complained, struggling with the wheel. "I can't be blamed for this!"

Jason shrieked and held onto the Save-Me bar all cars come with as he pointed. I swerved way to the left to avoid a car, but the Corvette spun out. Jason shrieked even louder, practically blowing out my eardrums as we tumbled into a ditch. We weren't going fast, and it wasn't even that busy on the road. But I was so terrified and disabled and freaked out, I couldn't do much.

I panted. I threw the car in park and set my hands on the wheel. "No. Nope. Never again. Nuh-uh."

Jason wiped his eyes hurriedly. "It's- It's fine." I knew he was exhausted. "You did good-"

"I only drove three miles!" I shouted. I had been using my left leg. It sucked. "I can't do this. I don't know anything about driving." I wiped my nose. "And you're exhausted. You did so good driving all night-"

"I didn't go faster than forty," Jason mumbled.

"-and we need some rest," I decided. "Let me look at the map again, please."

Jason pulled it out and turned on one of the overhead lights in the car. We know how to read maps, but neither of us are super great at it. Sebastian excels. I missed him. But we struggled and climbed our way to success. Jason pointed. "I have an idea. It's a little off course, but we're only about forty miles from Shreveport. I bet we can get there, and catch a bus or something."

I pursed my lips. "But, that's forty miles east..."

"Well, we can go there and get a bus, and get to New Orleans at a relatively consistent speed," Jason said, "or we can continue floundering around in a Corvette."

That gave me an idea. I looked at Jason. "Let's get to Shreveport, and trade the Corvette for some money!"

"So, sell the Corvette."

"Is this really the hill you want to die on?"

Jason hesitated. "Anyways..." I nodded. "What will we do with the money?"

"Well, get to New Orleans," I said, "but also, we'll need it when we reunite with Sebastian and Reyna. I don't think they have any stuff, either. Plus, in Shreveport, me and you can go shopping and stock up on food, bags... hygiene."

He scooted away from me. "Apologies."

"I'm used to it," I said miserably. "Quests are stinky. But, Shreveport is a bit of a bigger city, so we should have a lot more luck out there than in the sticks."

"I can drive the rest of the way," Jason offered.

I hesitated. "But, you're really-"

"It's only forty miles," Jason said. His eyes lit up. "I have an idea. How about you chat the whole way there and keep me awake?"

"I'm not very good at that..."

"It can be about anything." He unbuckled himself, and opened the door. "Switch with me."