❝if death was comin' for you, i'd give my life for you❞
get you the moon - kina
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"Jesus fucking Christ, Max, it's like you're trying to hit the mailboxes!"
"Sorry, I forgot which one's the gas and which one's the brake."
This made Cassiopeia Turner look at the girl next to her in shock, "That has nothing to do with steering-"
"Oh, my God."
Cassie groaned at Steve's slurred voice, Dustin quickly attempting to reassure him by telling him that Max has driven before. Max went to look at Steve, but Cassie physically grabbed her head, despite the pain in both her arm and her leg, forcing her to look back at the road. The younger girl sent her a sheepish smile, focusing back on driving.
"Yeah, in a parking lot!" Mike retorted, making Cassie snap at him in Max's defense, turning to lock eyes with Mike. "Can you drive, Wheeler?" Mike opened his mouth before closing it again, making Cass turn back to face the road. "Exactly, so stop bitching."
"Oh, my God." Steve yelled again, the chaos making Max clench up, pressing harder on the gas pedal.
"I promised that you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin fretted, trying to calm Steve down, but Cass rolled her eyes. "I told you he wouldn't." She muttered, under her breath. "This is such a shit idea, we're gonna die in a fucking car crash and then the others are gonna be like, 'oh, how'd they die? From the Demodogs that've been trying to kill them all night?' Nope! A thirteen year old drove our stolen car straight into a pole!"
Dustin's arm flung forward from behind Cassie's seat, knocking her head, the older girl retaliating immaturely by turning around and swatting the boy. At the commotion, Max started driving even faster, making both teenagers shout in worry.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" Steve's voice collided with Cassie's who lamely yelled, "Max the speed limit!"
Max didn't even glance at them, pressing even harder, Steve yeller louder at her, "Oh, my God! No! Whoa! Stop the car, slow down."
Mike yelled something at Dustin, but Cassie was too busy shouting the directions at Max to hear or care.
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO FOCUS!"
Max's yell was immediately followed by Cassie ordering her to make a left.
Which she did. She made possibly the sharpest left in the history of sharp lefts, making everyone scream as their center of gravity was disrupted.
After multiple terrifying swerves, Max finally slammed onto the breaks, yells filling the car once again. With wide eyes, Cassie exchanged a look with Max.
