Wildest Dreams [ON HOLD]

❝ who am i to keep you down ❞

You say you want your freedom,
Well, who am I to keep you down.
It's only right that you should play it,
The way you feel it.
But listen carefully to the sound,
Of your loneliness.

"Dreams" -Bastille (ft. Gabrielle Aplin)

Our road trip was almost done.

We only had three universities left, two in Illinois -University of Chicago, which had been my (or my parents) choice, I think and Northwestern University which had probably been Jacen's- then Berkeley, then we were home.

We had a ton of driving, though, since we were literally going from one end of the country to the other.

Surprisingly, Jacen let me drive.

I had driven before, on those times we were running late to a university either of us really wanted to see and decided to drive through some of the night, but other than those occasional cases, Jacen rarely let me touch the steering wheel.

For the record, I'm an excellent driver.

"Light, light, light! Either stop or go faster!" Jacen yelled at me.

I jerked the RV to a stop and turned to give him a dirty look. "I can see the stoplight, I know it's yellow."

"Okay, great, but do you know what it means?"

I glared at him. "Can't you just- Just take a nap if me driving stresses you out."

"I don't I could go to sleep with you driving," he said.

"You've done it before!" There had been one time where we had overslept and Jacen had really wanted to see the university we were going to, so we had compensated by driving late and getting up at the crack of dawn that night to get moving. Of course, since he had driven until midnight, he was in no shape to drive four hours later, so he had dozed in the back while I commanded the wheel.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew how you drove," he muttered.

"I drive fine," I told him.

"You drive like a fifteen year old who hijacked their parents car," he replied. He paused, then raised an eyebrow. "Have you even passed your drivers exam?"

"Yes!" I hissed. "I have."

His brow arched higher. "Passes after three tries don't count."

"I didn't take three tries," I replied. I took four, but he didn't need to know that.

Jacen snickered, probably guessing what I wasn't saying, making me glare at him. However our staring contest was interrupted by a series of honks from the car behind us. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see a man get out, and he looked kind of really mean and angry.

I turned to face the front to see the light had changed to green and jammed my right foot down on gas pedal before he could reach my car door, launching us forward and down the road.

Jacen's hand shot out to grip the dashboard, bracing himself to keep from hurling forward. "See what I mean?"

"He just looked really angry," I replied defensively.

"And who's fault is that?"

"His, obviously!" I exclaimed. "It's his face."

He rolled his eyes. "Who's fault is it for not noticing that the light turned green?"

"Yours," I said.

He jerked back and turned to look at me. "How's it my fault?"

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see a mildly offended expression on his face. "You distracted me."