Nouveau

Chapter 43: Last Time

Tremaine

They were stopping by the gas station before heading to the doctor's office. Laive sat up straight with her seat belt on as the gold reflective aviators shielded her eyes from the sun. L's hair was back in a ponytail, and she wore a navy blue sun dress that still showed off her curves. Pulling the driver's seat closer to the steering wheel, Laive slightly bent forward to focus out the front windshield. Tremaine was trying to let her be great, but when the third car got over and sped in front of them, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Hell naw!

"Baby girl...We gone be late if you keep driving so damn slow."

"We're not! The speed limit is 65, I'm going 70."

He pulled his hat down, "Shit. I might as well care my ass to sleep then."

"Keep on, I'm a put you out."

"You can't put me out my own car."

"Try me."

Tremaine snickered and playfully yanked her ponytail back.

"Stop! You trying to kill us or something?"

"With the way you driving, we gone die of old age before that happen."

"You know what!" Laive burst out laughing, "I can't stand you."

A van pulled in front of them, "Yeah, I'm driving when we get to the gas station. You letting people get over and shit. Gone be on the interstate until fucking Christmas."

"Whatever!"

"Your exit coming up." Connecting his other phone via Bluetooth, Tremaine began to play a few unreleased songs he recorded in the studio. "Get over Laive, it's on the right up here."

The love that we making, will never go to waste so, If it's cool...we can do a little something

"I'm trying...These freaking idiots won't let me over!"

"They not gone let ya ass over with that fucking signal light on. Turn it off."

"What? Tremaine, no! That's crazy."

"Turn it off..." He reached over and grabbed the switch to shut the signal light off. Ignoring Laive's panicked complaints, he slapped her hands from the steering wheel and swerved them towards the right. A number of horns sounded as their vehicle eased into the exit lane. "See."

Laive's foot was still on the gas as she stared ahead in shock.

"Drive baby."

Quickly putting her hands on the wheel, L didn't take her eyes off the road. They cruised quietly with the music playing in the back ground while Tremaine recorded snippets of it on his snap.

So, If it's cool...We can do a little something, something. Ah yea, oh yeah. Ah yeah, oh yea...

"It's up there on the left."

Checking all three mirrors, Laive moved to the center lane and turned into the gas station. After parking the Bentley truck by a pump, she closed her eyes and clutched her chest. Relaxing into the seat, L breathed out, "Tremaine."

He leaned over and pecked her lips, "You so dramatic, I swear."

"You tried to kill us!"

Tremaine smirked as he got out and came to open her door, "We here ain't it?"

"Hell..." Laive rolled her neck, "barely."

"Whatever, take ya ass to the other side."

After he pumped the premium gas, he skid out of the parking lot to get them to the appointment on time. Laive was staring a hole in the side of his face with her arms folded, while she clenched the seat belt tightly.