The Intricate Details of Rory Winters

Chapter 3- Rory Winters and the New Home.

Nobody had thought to inform me it was a four hour drive to where Koby lived. Consequently, I puked everywhere. Another reason I was puking of course was from Kory Dirkwoods constant texts. It was non stop, clearly the boy did not learn how to take a hint. I had bigger fish to fry and all that jazz.

In a moment of sheer despair I had nearly texted him back, nearly agreed to meeting him and letting all my feelings come back. Then I remembered the four hour car journey and that idea was out the window.

Koby had the radio turned up and windows rolled down (probably to mask the smell of my puke). To be honest we didn't have a car so I wasn't exactly used to long drives. I walked everywhere, which was equally terrifying and great for new experiences. There are many friends one can make while standing at the side of the road at night. Usually a lot of cops trying to figure out if you're a prostitute, but hey, they're usually hot so I don't take it as an insult.

Dinner consisted of a dried up Italian Pesto Bagel from a rather dodgy looking café of the highway. I wasn't complaining however, it was the first real meal I'd had since my disgusting Walmart pizza. I hadn't even thought about food lately, which was exceptionally strange as I had a weird obsession for Ramen Noodles. They were basically my cocaine. The trauma took my appetite I guess.

My phone began to ring again, Korys name flashing on screen. It was becoming a joke, he seriously could not get the hint. I hadn't even told him I was moving away, I hadn't told anyone, I had just... left. All my friends at school, even work, I completely forgot to tell them I was leaving. Oops.

"Who's that?" Koby enquired, frowning at my buzzing phone. It was beginning to annoy him as much as it was me.

"Kory Dirkwood, I don't know if you remember him, he was in my grade from kindergarten." It was weird having Koby back, being able to talk to him about my friends, or well- ex-friends. I completely forgot he might've known Kory, they definitely didn't hang out with the same people but we were friends since we were babies.

"I remember. Why is he calling you constantly, it's really annoying." Koby continued to scowl, he was always overprotective and slightly nosey.

"We broke up yesterday. He cheated on me so I guess he wants to talk or something. I kind of forgot to tell him I was moving." Thinking about Kory sucked, it just added to the things I was sad over. But I couldn't really spend time upset over him, as much as it hurt I had way more important things to worry about.

"Wait what? Dude rewind when did you and him happen?" Koby was looking shocked now, his face surprised.

"Like a year ago. I really don't want to talk about him, please let's stop."

We paid for our dinner and continued on the road again. It was beginning to get dark, the musky twilight descending on the lit up skyline. I was exhausted. Tossing and turning in a chair at a hospital couldn't really be defined as sleeping and my caffeine buzz was definitely wearing off. I began to drift off in the shotgun seat of the car, half-listening to the quiet radio play forgotten tunes from the eighties.

Sometime later I awoke to the car stopping, jolting me awake. Koby looked over, an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry," he grinned, "I always forget about that bump."

"Are we here?" I muttered, angry my sleep was interrupted. I loved sleep to an almost unhealthy amount and unless I was naturally woken I was like a rabid bear. No one interrupted my sleep and got away with it.