Thoughts of a Thinker

Chapter seven

Cold air nips at my exposed feet and I try to tuck them under my blanket. In my sleepy confusion I notice I don't have a blanket. "Rena! Wake up," Vincent says fearfully.

"Mhmmm, no I'm tired," I groan back. Then my skin feels like it's been covered in ice. I jump to my feet, eyes only half opened. The sleep in them causes my vision to blur. Once I take everything in, I'm in a panic.

"Grab my phone Vincent!" I say after noticing it being engulfed in the tide while it gets higher and higher. My arms are full of soaking wet blankets and I take off in a jog to the car.

"I got it, don't worry Rena," Vincent says loudly.

"Meet me at the car!" I reply as the distance between us grows. The little red Toyota is soon in sight and I progressively slow. I grab the key from Vincent's jacket which I had picked up in my frenzy. Unlocking the door, I throw our ocean-soaked belongings into the back seat.

"That was a disaster," I hear followed by a boyish giggle. I turn to see Vincent who appears to be dry, for the most part.

"How did you not get wet?" I question puzzled.

He smirks before saying, "should have gotten up when I told you to."

I grunt at this.

Then I tackle him in a hug, sharing the sea water absorbed by my clothing. "Rena! Stop," he says trying to push me off. Finally, I release my grip from his torso. Now I'm giggling at a distraught looking Vincent. Strangely enough he looks like a perfect disaster.

"Wanna drive?" I say innocently. Nerves are crawling up my spine as I realize he might be mad at me.

He grabs the keys from me with one hand while his other hand messes up my hair. Relief and annoyance mix. My eyes are covered by my own brown hair and I imagine a smirking Vincent standing before me. 

"Hurry up, we've got to make a couple stops," he says.

"What do you mean by a couple of stops?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid.

Well...

Anyways.

"Both of our phones are dead, I am starving and I'm sure you are too, and we're almost out of gas," he says arrogantly. Almost like he's the most brilliant person in the world. Why do I hate him right now?

I ignore his snide demeanor. "Alright," I say and then I hop in the passenger seat. "ooo! Can we go to some bougee café?"

"Yeah, if we see one. I mean our phones are dead, so we can't google directions or restaurants or anything," he says sounding bored.

We haven't been hanging out that long so It's kind of disappointing. That he's getting sick of me I mean. Maybe I'm reading into things too much. I feel vulnerable though. Like I'm a bother. Considering my options to get out of this situation, I conclude.

There is none.

Woops, this sucks.

While we drive I'm looking for somewhere to eat. All I see is trees. And then one singular building comes into view.

"Is McDonalds bougee enough for you?" Vincent says.

"That is exactly what I had in mind actually," I say sarcastically. He stops anyways.

"What do you want?" he asks before we enter the drive through.

"Err, uh, Chicken nugget happy meal with uhm, apple slices please." He snorts at this and I don't know if I should be offended or not. I'm going to go with not; mostly because I love happy meals and refuse to be embarrassed.

"A big mack and large fries with a chocolate milkshake," he orders for himself.

Fatty.

"-And a chicken nugget happy meal with apple slices," he finishes.

"Is that all for you?" the lady asks though the speaker. Vincent glances at me and I nod.

"Yeah, that's all," he says inching his car forward to the next window. He pays for my happy meal. Wow, I feel special.

Once we get our food, Vincent parks the car and we eat in silence. Occasionally a seagull appears outside, and I throw it some of my food.

While I am eating I realize how thirsty I am and reach for Vincent's milkshake. He swats my hand away.

Rude.

Once we are back on the road I blast some music trying to get this infuriating boy out of my head. What on earth did I even do to him?