Welcome to Redwood, Oregon. 54 kilometers from the city of Calhoun, population 286.
This small, quiet town is home to beautiful waterfalls, quaint cafes, enchanting phenomena like gravity hills and glowing streams, and a girl named Reagan Wallace.
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Logan desperately needed wifi and Reagan didn't understand the urgency.
"No, there's this YouTube thing that I need to update daily," He explained when Reagan asked if he couldn't wait for tomorrow. She suggested Logan hitched a ride from one of the many kind locals within the town whose jobs required them to drive to the city but they often left at morning and Logan said he could't afford to wait until tomorrow.
"There's a diner here. I remember it having a sign that said 'free wifi' but that was a while ago, I can't be sure. Don't get your hopes up," Reagan explained to him when they were walking through the small town.
"Wait, so where do you get your wifi?" Zach asked.
"I don't need it often. I go to the city some times with my Ma but that only happens like, once every two months," She shrugs and they all blink at her, "What?"
"Nothing," Zach assured her and moments later they parted ways.
Reagan wanted to go back to the truck, uninterested with looking for wifi and a little tired, if she was honest. She told them she'd wait at the truck and they promised they'd return in an hour, give or take.
So Reagan opened the door of her car, sat down, and reclined her seat to how far it could've possibly went. She slept for no more than twenty minutes before she woke up, restless all of the sudden, then accepted that she was going to have to just sit there with no entertainment whatsoever.
She was deciding on whether or not to follow the others to the cafe when suddenly, the passenger door beside her opened to reveal a disconcerted Jack barging into the car.
She was shocked by the quick, jolting movement of Jack hastily climbing into the seat before everything stopped in an instant.
Reagan could only blink, confused.
Jack sat there, breathing a little heavily, but he didn't say anything. DIdn't even spare her a glance.
Reagan coughed awkwardly, unsure of what to make out of the situation, "Uh. Hi?"
Jack tried to look at her, she noticed. She could clearly see his eyes looking at her from his peripherals but at the slightest eye contact, his eyes snapped to look at the trees in the parking space in front of them.
"Hello." He mumbled and she tried her hardest to not be endeared.
"Sooo," She drew out, "Is there any reason you're suddenly barreling into my truck?"
He sheepishly rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, shyly saying, "Uh, sorry, It's just. I'm—I'm not good with apologies."
And.
Reagan almost did a double take. "Wasn't expecting that, honestly."
"Look," Jack sighed, finally looking at her for the first time and Reagan suddenly appreciated the moments just earlier when he was too nervous to acknowledge her, "I'm not usually an asshole, okay? I'm sorry we started off on the wrong foot. It's just. I'm—I don't know, I'm rambling, I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for how I acted. This was definitely not your fault, you and your father are the only good things that has happened to us since we reached Oregon, and I was an idiot for treating you the way I did, so I'm sorry. I really am."
