Then There's Wilbur

Chapter 13

Diana

I've made some mistakes in my life, and one of them was forgetting my sunglasses.

The other one was, well, my handbag smelled like bacon.

Groaning, I awkwardly rummaged through my luggage – with my body twisted in an unladylike fashion as I looked for a piece of clothing, anything, to shield me from the harsh sunlight.

"Tinted windows would have been nice, don't you think?" I concentrated on putting the said clothing, which was a navy blue tank top by my window. I sighed in relief as I leaned back, happy that it at least lessened the sun's chances of blinding me.

I was no car expert but I was pretty sure the one we're on looked like it belonged to a music video for a country song. Some song mentioning your momma and leaving.

Wil laughed before tapping the stirring wheel. Unlike mine, his window was rolled down, the gentle breeze from the outside reaching me. During the first few minutes when we reached this part of the trip, with me being overwhelmed by how much untouched grass was before my eyes, I risked a few glances.

His hair was a mess, not like he bothered combing it. There were times when he cursed to himself whenever it got in his eyes and times when they naturally parted. It took me a lot of effort not to laugh when it occurred to me that he looked like a member of a boy band. I was almost tempted to ask if he ever wore a turtleneck sweater. He occasionally licked his bottom lip. I'm in no place to judge. Dry lips were painful as hell.

"Tinted windows are for people who have something to hide." He looked at me for a moment and gave me a lopsided smile. "And I, my sugar plump, have none. Besides, don't you want to admire the scenery?"

I snorted. "Scenery. All right then." I lifted my makeshift curtain and pointed a finger on the glass. "Grass. Grass. Cow. Grass."

I heard him chuckle before I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I turned around to see him doing what looked like an Elvis Presley pose. "You're looking at the wrong view."

I grimaced before looking at the backseat. Tory barely got any sleep and was singing almost half of the trip before she passed out. Sighing, I leaned back on my chair as we drove past endless fields of greenery. I turned my attention back to Wil.

"Thank you. I needed this," I said solemnly.

"Same here," he replied.

I smiled before punching him lightly on the arm. "You got your fiancée running on you, too?"

He turned serious before he carefully asked, "Is that what happened?"

My eyes widened. Trying to play it cool, I shrugged. "Guess I'll be seeing the likes of him when we get to where we're going." Seeing the confusion on his face, I added, "Chickens."

His mouth formed an O before he smiled. "For a moment there I thought you were talking about donkeys."

I frowned before realizing what he meant—

Asses.

Shaking my head, I just stared at him. There was no music playing and all I could really hear was the whooshing sound the wind made on my ears.

"Hey," Wil said.

I forced a smile, silently asking.

"Take a risk." He pointed at my window, gesturing that I get rid of my make-shift curtain.

Rolling my eyes, I obliged and dear Lord was I surprised.

Sure there was still grass, but there was something else. I felt the car slow down as I urgently rolled down the window, the breeze kissing my face as I inhaled fresh air.