Vanagon

Stitches

As Frank and Doug inspected the van Lucy went to sit on a rock, a lit joint in one hand.

"You know she's right? You're gonna need stitches." Doug pointed out.

"But then I have to pay..." Frank said.

"Well, actually I have to since Lucy is making me pay. Besides...bitches get stitches." Doug chuckled.

"I'm not a bitch, you're just being a dick," Frank said.

"Well, the truth hurts sometimes." Doug chuckled. 

"Just do your job and tell me what the fuck is wrong with this van." Frank gave up.

"Well, the liquid on the ground ain't piss, if it was someone's gotta get that checked out." Doug pointed out.

"Wait how do you know it's even coolant? it could just be antifreeze." Frank stated.

"Frank.." Doug sighed.

"What?" Frank asked. 

"It's green." Doug pointed out

"Yeah?" Frank responded. 

"Coolant is usually green buddy," Doug said to Frank.

"....yeah." 

"You know he's colorblind right?" Lucy stated from far away.

"Sorry, it's been a while." Doug apologized.

"Doesn't matter, let's just get into town."

"Alright. Let's rig the van up to the truck and you can follow me."

"Seems good to me," Frank said.

Frank and Doug began to hook the van onto the truck. Meanwhile, Lucy stared at the sky, taking long drags from her joint. She thought about what would happen once they got into town. How much money would she spend on the van? Hopefully not a lot. How many stitches will Frank need? How do Frank and Doug know each other? So many questions only time could really tell. Unless she bombarded both of them with questions like a toddler curious and full of questions. She passed a hand through her hair. Does she need a haircut now? Might as well since they're going to be in town. She played with her hair. A pair of old scuffed shoes appeared in front of her now.

"Come on kiddo, time to go into town.....again," Frank said.

Lucy stood up from her comfy spot, stretched, and scratched her neck. She continued towards Frank's car. The way Frank saw it, he saw a lazy cat getting up from a nap. That's how he sometimes saw Lucy, just a cat. He smiled at the thought and got into his car.

"So we follow Doug to the shop and see what happens from there," Frank said.

"Aight, if it takes a long time I might go get a haircut."

"Well I have to go get stitches and some poi- Oh shit!" Frank realized.

"What?" Lucy asked. 

"My turtle!" Frank exclaimed. 

"Wait-how-wha-When the fuck did you get a turtle?!" Yelled Lucy.

"It came with the van, I don't know why. Since then I've kept the poor thing in the garage. It's been like what....." Frank paused and began to think.

"Oh shit! Three days?!" Frank said wide-eyed.

"Dude, you suck at having pets," Lucy stated.

"Well, what are we gonna do first after the shop then?" Asked Lucy.

"Well, I guess once I drop you at the shop I'll go get some stitches. Go home feed the turtle-" Frank got cut off by Lucy.

"Did you even give the fucking turtle a name?" Lucy asked.

Frank sat in silence hoping that it would answer the question.

"Come on at least give the turtle a name. Or....can I name it?" Lucy's eyes widened as she realized she could give the turtle a name. 

"Well less work for me honestly," Frank said.

"Yes, this just made my day a bit better," Lucy said and she rested her feet on the dashboard.

"Come on Lucy you're gonna leave mud on there."

"Ha. Like you even clean this car." Lucy said.

"Touché young lady, touché." Frank chuckled. 

They sat in silence after that, too soon Lucy got bored and turned towards the radio for entertainment. All the stations were just static, just how her brain felt at the moment. She turned off the radio and turned to the window...nothing. Now what? She looked around the car, and in front of her the glove box. Curiosity? Yes. She popped the glove box open and began to rummage through the small part of Frank's car. 

"What are you? Come on get out of there, you don't look in a man's glove box."

"Well I already am and I'm having a blast."

Lucy pushed some papers around and bingo. She found the loot, things that would bring her entertainment!

"Is this what I think it is?!"

Lucy pulled out a box of lubricated condoms.

"Put that away!" Frank's face turned red, he tried to hide himself in his jacket but failed.

"Frank who's the unlucky lady? Or man no judgment here buddy." Lucy said.

"None of your fucking business, now put that shit away!"

Frank reached for the box, but sadly he was too slow and Lucy moved them out of his reach. She laughed maniacally and dived back into the glove box.

"Lucy I swear to God I'll pull this car over!-" Frank got cut off once more.

"And what?" Lucy responded.

"Or I won't let you name the turtle!" Frank smiled, he knew he got her.

"You wouldn't!" Lucy responded.

"Oh I would and you know it."

Lucy was fuming, her only entertainment gone. But she couldn't risk losing the opportunity of having Frank call the turtle something hilarious. She sighed in defeat and kicked the glove box closed. She sagged in her seat and stared out the window; her face pouting.

"That's what I thought." Frank beamed in finally winning.

They continued the drive in silence.