Me, You, and an Empty Road

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C H A P T E R  T H R E E 

A CACOPHONY OF chirping birds and sun rays peaking through the windows started my day. Eyelids heavily shut whilst legs felt of steel already was a painful start to the continuation of the adventure filled road trip. My eyes slowly lifted up revealing the bleary view of the sun bleeding through the dawn. Leaning up from the car door successfully cracking my back, the overwhelming smell of day old chips and misery was apparent. 

I looked down to see Myles splayed across my lap huddled in a kittenish form. His bushy black hair hiding his face nudging into my stomach looking for warmth, not exactly what I would like to see when waking up. 

In the front seat, Declan showed his glorious ability of snoring in a deafening tone. "Wake up you fucking loud mouthed barnacles." 

"No, you're comfortable." Myles sighed leaning more into the crevice of my stomach. 

Declan waking himself up followed by a loud yawn turned around to see the current situation I was burdened with. Laughing, Declan reached over to hit Myles' back to startle him awake. I rolled my eyes once Myles dramatically sat up with wide eyes.

"Good morning beautiful and beautiful's friend." Myles winked at my direction, cracking his back noisily. Declan groaned at the morning attempt of flirting; he probably regretted this road trip at this point. Hunger filled my stomach, producing a loud alarming roar. Feed me now or your legs will soon take place in my stomach. Word for word, that's the translation to the ghastly roar.

"Wow, hello little guy." Myles cooed staring at my stomach playfully beckoning it with a finger gesture.

"You must've heard that a lot in bed."

"Why don't you test that theory." Declan scrambled out of the door loudly complaining to keep the flirting to the minimum. 

I scowled at Myles who ruffled my unkept hair. Punching, that would be the only solution to this problem. A clutter of thoughts rumbled in my mind when Myles stared directly in my eyes with his usual impish glint all of a sudden. His brown eyes staring deep into mine with no thought of backing down. 

"Stop staring at me like that you weirdo." I quickly pushed his face out of my view. There were plentiful of other views that seemingly was more pleasant, for example the birds outside the window who angrily fought each other for a piece of bread. "How can't I stare at you with your ravishing annoyed face."

Truthfully, If it was anyone but Myles; my face would've became as red as a baboon's ass. 

"Can we just get breakfast? Your horrible flirting abilities is making me lose my appetite."

"Why have breakfast when the whole meal is sat right in front of you ready to be served on a silver platter." I shuffled away from him, a grossed out expression clear on my face. A bunny smile poked out of Myles' face in return. 

"I'm not a cannibal." I replied, appalled. 

"Consider being a cannibal a compliment, means you can eat people out well." He shuffled closer to me, wiggling his eyebrows in mischievous manor. My eyebrows drew together. "That is not what, never mind." There was no point in arguing back with Myles' logic.