The Troublesome Tale of Robin Tyler

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The scenery whipped passed my passenger window as me and David drove down the rode back to Duston. We had just dropped James off and I was still feeling very sentimental after getting to see all the foster kids again. Even Mrs. Henderson smiled when she saw me, and wrapped me in a big hug. 

Me and James kept our goodbye short and sweet. He had promised me we would see each other again soon, might even make it a bi-weekly thing. He then told me he had been saving up for a car. Since James had been an errand boy for the foster home, he'd already had his license since he was 18. Another thing Mr. Henderson had helped him with. Then of course, before I left, I gave James my new cell phone number, with which he added my contact name as "Bratty Sister". So in return I made his "Butt-face". We were so sweet to each other.

"Hey David? When can I get a drivers license?" I suddenly asked without thinking. 

David's eyes widened as he glanced over at me, obviously being thrown off by the question. He cleared his throat once he took a second to think, "You know I hadn't actually thought about that. But I guess once school rolls around you'll want to be driving yourself and not be dropped off by me everyday, huh?" 

I shrugged, also not having put much thought into it yet. "Sorry, I just- the question just kinda popped in my head." 

"No it's fine," David pushed, "You're right, I should probably start teaching you." He glanced around his car, "We can start when I get off work tomorrow, before your photography class. If you still would like to go I mean."

I had almost forgotten about that whole thing. This past week I hadn't been very active with life, but the class really was interesting and I would enjoying going back. Besides, I did tell Mr. Hot Stuff that I'd return there to show him some of my shots. 

Plus Liam would be there.

Shit, did I just think that?

"Uh yeah, I'd like to go back." I stuttered, bringing myself out of my thoughts. "And thank you, David. For introducing that club to me." I thanked sincerely.

He smiled over at me, "I'm glad you enjoyed going, did you meet anyone while you were there?"

Liam.

"Uhm Sarah." I said quickly, forcing myself to stop thinking about him. My foot began tapping nervously on the floorboard. 

David looked relieved, "Oh really? How long has she been doing photography?" 

I began twirling a strand of hair between my fingers, "Oh actually, she doesn't" I confessed, causing David to look at me curiously. "I mean, she does art. Painting. I accidentally ran into her while I was trying to find my class." I scoffed.

Another smile appeared on David's face, "Hah, sounds like the way I met my wife." Before the words even finished coming out of his mouth, the smile fell and his tone became somber.

I worriedly looked over at David, and his saddened expression pained me. I immediately regretted the conversation. 

"I just wish you could have met her, Robin. She was so beautiful. Never needed makeup or hair products, just woke up flawless. She had the voice of an angel, and her laugh could cure depression" He stammered shakily, and his grip tightened around the wheel.

Even though I didn't like seeing David like this, my curiosity got the better of me. "What was her name?" The question slipped passed my lips.

David's eyes widened, and knuckles turned white around the wheel.

Quickly, I put my hand on his shoulder, "No, I'm so sorry. Shit, I shouldn't have asked." I apologized severely. David seemed to let go of a breath and his grip loosened. 

"I'm sorry, that was my fault. I pushed it too far" I pardoned again, feeling like shit.

"It's fine, just got a little worked up." He admitted, putting a hand over mine, "Let's just get home and I'll start making dinner."

"And I think today is a good day for baking cookies." I jested with a toothy grin, attempting to lighten the mood.

David shook his head and smiled, "You think everyday is a good day for cookies."

"Everyday that ends in 'y'." I claimed, smiling at David. But once my face was turned back toward my window, I let the smile fall, unable to shake off the uncomfortable feeling from the situation that just played out.