We Went Broke at Midnight | ✔

7 | friendship and money, is like oil and water

❝When I had money everyone called me brother.❞
— Polish proverb

7 || friendship and money, is like oil and water

"No, I don't see it in here," I tell Brolin.

Is this even a wallet? It looks to be two pieces of jean material put together by duct tape. Right now, I'm searching for Brolin's license. He's pretty sure it's in here, but I haven't found it, yet.

"Is this really your wallet?" I ask him incredously, analyzing the wallet. This thing looks as if it's falling apart at the seams... Literally.

Brolin shrugs. "Eh, it's more of a back up wallet."

You would've expect Fern's car not to have air conditioning, but it does. I'm starting to feel cold. "What do you mean "back up" wallet?" I look at him as if I'm not understanding something. People only use a back-up, if something's failed them, or it's... lost...

"You lost your wallet?" I state this more than ask it. Seeing that he's not saying anything, confirms to me that Brolin lost his wallet. I'm beginning to think he's having a more fucked up day than I am. First he gets fired, second his grandpa's in the hospital, third his gold-digging girlfriend breaks up with him, and not to mention he almost gets a ticket.

"That wallet had nothing in it," he says, trying to make it seem as if losing his billfold is no big deal. "I still have my emergency credit card and train ticket."

I get annoyed at his attempt to make light of the situation. "That wallet had your license. Now that's something."

"Stop being a pessimist, alright?"

Ooh, Brolin is getting a bit angry, I see.

A smile forms on my lips.

"I'm not being a pessimist, you lost your wallet, hotshot. What if we get pulled over again?"

I watch him.

He doesn't say anything for a moment. "Be quiet, alright? You pointing it out, isn't helping." His shoulders are tense, and he's looking straight ahead at the road.

"Well someone has to," I shoot back. "You automatically think that when things get tough, oh let's not try to fix it. Let's act as if it's not even there."

He puts his foot down on the break, making us both fall back in our seats.

We then both turn and glare at each other.

Before he even tries to pull that, "you get out of my car crap," he's going to have to wrestle with me first. While I glare at him, I see that is the first time I've actually taken a good look at him.

He's handsome; nice cheekbones, full lips, and interesting eyes. I mentally laugh at myself, because this is the first time I've noticed Brolin's looks. Maybe the way we met, played a role in my obliviousness.

Even though he's stopped the car. Like I said, I'm not exiting this car.

"I'm not getting out," I declare, crossing my arms.

Brolin rubs his face and begins to stomp his foot on the pedal. "The car isn't moving..."

I look out the window. What problem is the car having, now? I don't want to have to hitchhike, if that were to be the case I'd rather walk.

"You stopped it, what makes you think you can't move it?" I say as I feel the blood inside my body, slowly rising. This is more out of frustration than anything. I don't understand how him stopping the car could make it stop working altogether.