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"THIS is not real music, mariah." jeffrey complained, slapping her hand away from the radio dial.
mariah shook her head, popping a potato chip into her mouth. "yes, it is."
the two had been in the car for hours, stopping every now and then at gas stations to fill up on gas and junk food. jeffrey had been driving the whole time, so a radio station debate was bound to happen sooner or later.
"pop music is just autotuned voices singing about drugs and sex."
"i'm sure they have more money and talent than you ever will." she challenged, shooting him a risky side-eye.
"sure. you can argue that. but i bet they've never shot a gun before. and not that shooting range shit. a real gun, in a real situation."
she pointed a finger at him. "you have me there."
"what about you? you ever shoot a gun?"
mariah shook her head. "i'm sure i'll get the opportunity soon, hangin' around you."
jeffrey smirked, turning off the empty highway. as he passed the rumble strips, mariah threw her hands up jokingly.
"i can't catch a break with you, can i?"
"nope." he popped the 'p' and parked the car. "come on."
they trekked through a wooded area off the road, finding a small creek not far in. the water was a bluish color, with the sun reflecting off it.
the air temperature was cool, with the sun setting and all. mariah kept having to rub her hands together to keep warm. it was too cold for the tank top and shorts she was already wearing.
"please don't tell me i have to give you my jacket." jeffrey mock-complained.
mariah didn't say anything, smiling slyly to herself when she felt a large leather jacket fall over her shoulders. she casually put her arms through the roomy sleeves as he walked along the creek away from her.
