Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 43

We stop at a fast food place. It is nearly five and I haven't ate yet. Most of our drive we have spent quite. The radio never is on because of our different tastes in music.

"Lets go in." Nash says.

I agree. We walk in and take our order. I haven't usually eaten at one of these places when I lived with my parents because at one point we were too rich, then too poor.

After we order, I tell Nash that I was going to the bathroom, before I ran off. After using the restroom, I go to wash my hands, I look up at the mirror for the first time in ages.

I look absolutely horrific! I can't believe Nash let me go with my hair like this all day.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I repeat to myself running my fingers through my monstrous hair.

A girl comes out the stall she was in, I didn't  know she was in here. She kinda stickers as she washes her hands. I don't find this funny at all!

"Need a comb?" Her words sound kind of smooth and relaxed.

Clearly!

"Please?" I ask.

She opens the purse to her side and pulls out a black comb. I know that you're not supposed to use other people's hair tools but, this is an emergency!

When I'm done I thank her and return her lended object.

"No problem. Just chill out kid." She says and leaves the room

I don't understand why she would use her choice of words, she couldn't be but five years older than me.

"Why on earth would you let me go around looking like an animal of abomination made a nest on my head?!" I scold Nash when I sit.

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew." Nash says.

"When have I ever went out like that?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry, okay." he sighs.

"I'll just wake up early tomorrow."

"You don't need to empress anyone anyway."

I roll my eyes. He just doesn't understand.

When we finally get our food I am starving.

"Do you think that the your friends will like me?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe." He shrugs.

"Oh..."

Maybe he's getting tired of me. I guess I'll stop talking.

"......They'll like you Babe, everyone likes you."

I smile. Or not.

"So, Hayes texted me from Brent's phone, guess they got there early. They seem a lot more relaxed."

"Good, they probably were just tired of being trapped together for so long."

"Yeah. Plus they didn't take any resting breaks, they all just took turns sleeping and driving. I could drive next." I smile.

"I told you no one drives my car."

_*_

We get in the car with the same silence, but it seems a bit more warm because Nash holds my hand. His hands are so much warmer than mine. My hands are always so cold and his are always burning up, causing his palms to be quite sweaty, but it doesn't bother me.

About four hours later he turns into a hotel parking lot. It's much smaller and less fancier than the last, which the last wasn't very fancy either. I don't mind.