Our stay at the hotel was depressingly short. I suppose I imagined our little adventure to be more like the Percy Jackson in that we'd eat, sleep, have a few battles, win, and then be rewarded with some kickass abilities. Ours was more, hey lets sit in a car for hours on end and stop at blood banks every once in a while. At least the music was good.
"How is driving around aimlessly getting us any closer to finding this guy?"
"We're not driving around aimlessly. We're going to the first dot on the map."
"So were like Dora and Boots? We already have our destinations picked out? Why the fuck do we have to do this then?"
"We don't have to do anything. You have to find him. I'm just along for the ride."
"Then why can't I drive and you didn't answer my question."
"Because we want civilians to live through this little adventure you got us into and what question would that be, you have so many."
"I'm going to ignore that for now. I asked you why we, I mean I, have to find this guy if they know all the spots he could be."
"First, they don't know all the spots he could be, this is just an area where there have been immune flare ups. Second you're the only one who's seen him. And third you're the dumb fuck who lost him in the first place."
I winced at his comment a little, so we weren't past this whole 'I can't believe you fucking lost a fucking immune' thing. "Okay."
"Yup"
And with that we turned up the music and stared out our respective windows.
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"You're going to have to feed me at some point. Whether its regular food or blood I don't care, but you will have to feed me at some point." I almost hated that I was always the first one to break the silence, this time I had a legitimate reason other than I was bored. I was going to eat the next person we passed if he didn't stop soon. Literally. "I might even bite you."
"You are so whiny sometimes." He said it with a smile but it still hurt after the morning we had had. "And I don't taste good."
"Trust me, I'm aware. My mouth has explored you many a time. Just feed me please. Preferably something of sustenance."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You and your sustenance."
"Hey man, I eat very well."
His face clouded over "Yeah, sure you do." I swear if I could ever read his mind I could read it right then.
"Just stop it."
"Stop what?" the stormy look was wiped off his face and replaced with one of utter confusion.
"Stop giving me under handed slap attacks with your words." Did that just come out of my mouth? I really chose to say that?
"Slap attacks with my words?"
"Okay even I was a little confused by that one, but the meaning was there."
"And the meaning was."
Shit, I had to actually finish my sentences "I meant I'm tired of your underhanded comments, they hit below the belt, and some of them are just mean. I fucked up. I get it!"
"Do you? Because you seem primarily concerned with anything but finding the immune!"
"That's not true!"
"How is it not true? You have done everything in your power to hinder this, whatever this is!"
"What have I done?!"
"Oh I don't know, make me stop repeatedly for sex and hotels when really we could just keep driving and always needing to stop for something!"
"You're being so unreasonable! And we stopped for sex once, we stopped at a hotel because I was sick and I'm sorry I would like to eat more than once a week!"
"Whatever, I'm pulling off, see? Pulling off."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
Our relationship was like a crumbling bridge. Each comment was a crack. It wouldn't be long until we couldn't support anything let alone each other.
