The Caverly Effect

Eight. Fawn

We hadn't been walking long, before Aero complained.

"Where are we even going?!" He asked, irritated.

"To 'Old Oregon area'" Sage made air quotes. "We are going to meet with Thomas and Robyn."

"Oregon?! That takes hours in a hovercar!" I exclaimed. Why can't we find a hovercar... wait! With an idea in my head, I got excited and turned to Sage.

"You say, that you always came here with your dad, right?!"

"Yes?" Sage formed her answer, in the form of a question.

"Are there any old automobile shops around here?!" Sage bit her bottom lip, and thought carefully. "That just might work..." and we suddenly changed course, to an old shop. We walked in, and I jumped at the ding of a loud bell when we opened the rusted door. Aero laughed at my startledness. I lightly punched him in the shoulder. Sage leading, me in the middle, and Aero in the back. We walked into the old garage, and I accidentally squealed. A jeep?! I know how to run this! I read an old book once, and the main characters stole a jeep. I vaguely remembered how they did it. How hard could it be?

Without hesitation, I opened the driver door, and hopped in.

"Fawn... what are you doing...?" Aero cautioned. "You don't know what you're doing..."

"Get in. I know better than you." I reply. Nice! The keys are still in there! Then I noticed my dilemma. Gosh dangit. I can't reach the pedals.

"Sage, you're gonna have to take my place, I'm not tall enough." She looked confused.

"I don't know how to drive..."

"That's easy. The right pedal is go, the left is stop. The keys turn it on. How hard could this be?" I explain. She looked hesitant, as she took my seat.

"Wait!" I took a red gas can from a shelf I could barely reach, and filled the gas tank. With all my might, I push up the garage door. After that, I hop in the back, next to Aero, who was gawking at me.

"See, Aero? Reading does pay off." He rolled his eyes. Sage tried the keys, and to my surprise, it started. It was much louder than any hovercar I had ever heard.

"Here goes nothing," I heard Sage mumble, before she slowly pressed the pedal. The old jeep jerked forwards, and scared Sage, and she slammed the brakes. Throwing Aero and I into the seats in front of us. Sage cursed, and apologized about a thousand times, before slowly pressing the pedal again. I immediately clicked the seat belt. Aero copied me.

It was a rough start, but we rode away on the interstate.

Off to meet Robyn and Thomas.

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After about an hour of bumpy riding, Aero somehow managed to fall asleep. This is worse than any rollercoaster I've ever been on- and Aero is sleeping?! Sage had seemed to had got the hang of driving, and started to hum a song I didn't recognize. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and crawled into the front seat next to Sage. The redhead laughed at me, as I struggled to see through the windshield.

"What are you singing? It sounds pretty," I ask. She smiled at me.

"One of my favorite songs. It's really old, and my dad always sang it to me."

"How does it go?" I curiously ask. She laughed, and cleared her throat.

"Its really simple. Here it goes: Here comes the sun; do-do-do-do; here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right," I smiled at the optimistic lyrics. I like this song.

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter;
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here;
Here comes the sun, do-do-do-do
Here comes the sun, and I say,
It's all right." I smiled.

"Do-do-do-do" I mimicked my favorite part. She laughed at me. She continued to sing me wonderful songs, by a band called The Beatles, and I decided they were my new favorite band. Later, we woke up Aero, shouting the lyrics to Hey Jude, mostly the "Na, na-na, nananana- nananana- hey Jude," several times.

We stopped for the night, just on the side of the road, parked beneath a tree.

Half way to Oregon.