Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Thirty Five

Scotts p.o.v

We drive and drive. There really wasn't a destination for us... we were just driving until hopefully we find  somewhere safe to be. I thought that the small town I had a house in would be safe but I guess not. Now we have to go somewhere even more secluded. Possibly a place without any food. And besides, there has to be some place in the United States that people don't know what the actual fuck goes on in the real world. A place that's tiny with a small population and a place where things are cheap.
"Scotttt when are we gonna be there?" Vincent whines like a five year old. Ugh I hated when he did that.
"Shut up and let me think. I'm not even sure where we're going yet" I say harshly, obviously not in the best of moods.
Vincent sighs and lets out a quiet huff "I'm hungry" he says as he crosses his arms.
"Jesus Vincent could you stop complaining for once maybe? I'm hungry too alright?? We're gonna find somewhere eventually just shut your mouth" I demand as I give him a hand to signal him to be quiet.
"Grrrr you're mean" he growls softly with a small pout.
"Well I wouldn't be so mean if YOU weren't so childish!" I snap at him as I turn my head towards him to shoot him a glare.
"Well I would be so childish if..." Vincent stops and his eyes seem to widen for a second "Scott Scott watch out!!" He yells in a panic. I turn my head sharply forward to realize we were driving through the woods- we went off road. And before I knew it the car flipped. Then a series of crashing and glass breaking as the car tumbled.