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i rested my back against the passengers side door, arms crossed on my chest. i just stared at my worn out converse, unsure of what to do or say. rick was at the hood of the car, looking at a map i presumed, but i didn't care, all i wanted was to go back and talk with lola, this is dreadful.
the soft wind blew my brunette stray hairs across my face, and i had to continuously swat them away in annoyance when they tickled my face. i was just irritated with everything overall, and didn't feel like doing anything other than of course—getting back to the prison, to lola, my daughter.
after seconds of silence, the sounds of paper rustling drew my eyes to the noise. rick rolled up the map and placed it back in the car.
"looks like there's a neighborhood 'bout thirty minutes from here. but it's getting dark—so we'll have to stay in the car for tonight, and scrounge up for gas at dawn, i'm sorry."
i roll my eyes with an exaggerated, annoyed groan. considering rick was going to be in the driver's seat, i throw open the door to the backseat and hop in, slamming the door shut beside me in growing anger.
i seriously can't believe this, i'm stuck with him in this car and we can't even go anywhere. can't walk back to the prison, it'll be dark and unsafe, and i intend on getting back to lola. i take in a deep breath, and slowly exhale. you know what? this can be fine, all i have to do is let rick take first watch, sleep, then take watch while he sleeps. that's it.
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the silence was cringe, and awkward, i hated it. but anything to avoid talking feelings with rick, because i shouldn't be feeling this way with him, especially him. i mean, how could i let this happen? me and rick should be nothing but platonic.
i was sprawled out across the backseat of the hyundai, i felt droopy, so my tiredness was getting there, but i just couldn't sleep. rick was in the driver's seat, staring into the dark abyss. and i wondered, what was he thinking about?
