drive ♢ muke ✔️

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michael.

"shit-dick-fuck-balls!" i scream at the top of my lungs, holding my pinkie toe painfully.

"what now?" my roommate asks from the kitchen, several meters away.

"i'm partially dead!" i reply loudly.

tears nip at my eyes as i glare at the bottom of the staircase where i just stubbed my smallest toe. i don't want to look down, i'm afraid that my toe is no longer attached to my foot.

i hear thunderous footsteps tread down to where i'm standing. calum stands in front of me and kneels down to look at my foot.

"you big baby, nothing's wrong." calum snorts, rolling his eyes as he stands back up.

"is it still on my foot?" i ask cautiously.

"no duh."

i look down at my bare feet and shrug simply when it's not as bad as i thought it would be. it's slightly red but other than that, it looks fine. i try to wiggle it but i wince when excruciating pain shoots up my leg.

"shit, bring me to a hospital." i bite my lip.

"i'm not bringing you to a hospital because you stubbed your stupid toe," calum sighs.

his tan muscular arms reach into his back pocket and pull out his sleek thin black phone. he taps away at it, all of his attention being diverted to the little device.

"my toe isn't stupid," i mutter under my breath.

"go to the walk in clinic or something," calum says absentmindedly.

"fine, i'll drive there or something." i shrug simply, doing an awkward one legged hop to the closest to grab my coat. i'm going to avoid putting pressure on my left leg.

"no!" calum's head shoots up and stares at me alertly.

"and why not?" i ask testily, raising an eyebrow hoping to look sassy.

"because you fucking suck at driving!" calum retorts bluntly.

"excuse me?" i gasp, offended.

"you got five tickets in this week alone and it's only wednesday! damnit michael, you can't even drive with two good legs, let's not talk about one." calum scoffs, fixing his dark hair atop his head.

"i'll be fine," i wave him off, slipping the black coat over my striped pyjamas and stepping out the door.

i unlock the door and step into the dull silver car that could use a few washes. the tinted windows are covered in some pigeon poo but i ignore it. i start the engine and hear it roar as it comes to life.

i slam my foot down on the petal but i forgot to put the car into reverse and i ram the car directly at the house. i gasp when i accidentally run over one of the creepy gnomes that calum loves and it shatters to pieces.

i stare at the crumpled porcelain figure on the grass in the front land. i bite my lip knowing that calum will have my head when he realizes.

i quickly push the knob into reverse and i speed away, pushing the speed limits. it's not long until i hear police sirens pulling me over. i sigh and take a sharp turn into the curb and wait patiently for officer robinson to confront me.

it's always officer robinson, he's in charge of the carlton region. it's usually him who's pulling me over and giving me tickets.

he's an asshole.

"you again clifford?" officer robinson sighs, leaning through my open window.

"yeah," i sigh.

"you know the routine, hand over the drivers license and the car insurance." officer robinson says gruffly, his terrible old man smell wafering into my nostrils.

i try my best not to gag when i hand over the papers.

he stands there for a few seconds as he files some crap down on his stupid pad of paper. i tap my fingers on the steering wheel as i wait for him to return my things.

"it's a surprise you're license wasn't taken away yet," officer robinson sighs, handing me everything back. i rest my head on my steering wheel when i look at the fine.

i don't have a hundred and ten dollars just lying around.

i bite the inside of my mouth as i drive off, extra slowly this time. i wait until the black police car is out of sight, that's when i start speeding up again.

i really fucking hate officer robinson.