drive ♢ muke ✔️

iii

"it's your turn to wash the dishes," i remind calum, prodding him in the ribs to get his attention.

calum looks up and scowls at me. "if anything, you should be the one washing the dishes. you missed this months rent because you spent all your money paying off your driving tickets."

"maybe new officer whatever his name is will be cooler than officer robinson and perhaps he'll let me off easily." i suggest, shrugging my shoulder.

"honestly, how'd you even get your drivers license?" calum asks dubiously.

"i'm not that shitty of a driver!" i defend myself.

"i feel like you must've done something illegal, i mean, who in their right mind would give you a drivers license?" calum asks thoughtfully. "you hardly even understand the whole traffic light concept, green does not mean wait, it means go."

"i know that now," i roll my eyes, feeling a light blush in my cheeks. "and to answer your question, the driving instructor was just getting sick of risking his life with me driving him around for the fifth year in a row."

"that explains everything," calum mutters quietly.

"hey!" i exclaim angrily.

"whatever, go wash the dishes. they've been sitting in the sink for days, they're starting to smell." calum complains, pushing me off into the direction of the kitchen.

i don't argue because he has a valid point, i didn't pay my half of the rent this month because i was too caught up with struggling to pay off my tickets. the least i could do is clean the disgusting dishes.

i poke my head into the kitchen but exit slowly after.

"i can't wash the dishes," i announce loudly.

"why not?" calum asks, looking slightly miffed.

"because there's no dishwashing soap," i answer, smiling widely.

"then i'll go buy some, you sit here and wait." calum sighs, getting up and walking to the direction of the door.

"no, i'll go." i insist, jogging after him.

"for a person who sucks at driving, you really love to drive." calum states, giving me a dirty look over.

"and for a person who loves soccer, you're complete shit at it. we're all human, we tend to like things that are out of reach." i retort, my hand grabbing the key off the hook right before he could.

before he can argue with me, i take a long majestic leap out the door. it would've looked cool if i haven't tripped and fell onto my face.

nonetheless, my spirits are still high. i peel myself off the ground and wipe off some blades of grass that decided to stick onto me. i step into the dirty old car and start the engine.

with calum watching me intensely from the front door, i make sure to put the car in reverse before i hit the pedal. calum is still pissed off from the time i ran his gnome over.

i'm not being biased, i think my driving is pretty good today. i'm following the speed limits; not too fast, not too slow. there's no way i'm being pulled over. i find myself beaming as i near the local shoppers drug mart, i made it there without a single ticket or warning.

i notice a police car in one of my side rear mirrors but i don't think too much of it. i'm following the rules and i'm doing everything fine.

it's not until a pale hand is signalling me to stop when i sigh. the same blond haired boy from yesterday steps out the vehicle and gives me a dirty look. his notepad is in his hand, he looks tense.

"may i ask what i was doing wrong officer?" i ask politely, knowing that being a jerk would get me no where.

"you didn't come to a full stop at the stop sign," the officer says, the sides of his lips curving up into a cruel grin. "that's incredibly risky, i'm going to have to fine you for that."

"but officer i did come to a full st-"

"no arguing with an officer, i'm going to have to give you another ticket for that."

"what? that's not even a real thing!"

"what would you know about law? don't question me, i've had years of training."

"officer robinson never gave me a ticket for something this stupid, you're even more annoying that he is," i scoff angrily, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

he raises an eyebrow and tuts softly to himself. "disrespecting and badmouthing official authorities? not wise, i'm going to-"

"give me another damn ticket? go ahead, i'll bring it to court and prove how stupid this whole conversation is." i glare at him.

he chuckles and shakes his head. for a moment, i mistaken him for someone much older. a man in his early twenties could never be so uptight and irritating.

whoever this stupid cop is, i really detest him.

what makes the situation more annoying is that i'll probably see a lot of him due to the fact that i have to drive everyday and he'll most likely pull me over every time.

damn my life.