The Roadtrip

eight

Yes ma'am it is a double update. Another country song to get the mood going. I want honest feedback on this chapter since its an important one, what do yall think?

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The inside of the bar was crowded. All kinds of people filled the place. The interior was wooden and littered with all sorts of decorations, more fairy light scattered across. Road signs plastered the walls and the head of a deer on a mantle above the bar.

"Hi! how can I help you?" A southern dripped voice called out. "Uh-table for two" Will said. "Is a booth okay?" She asked. He nodded. She picked up two menus and motioned us to follow her. She led us to the back of the bar and we seated on opposite sides.

He looked so handsome sitting across from me. It was hard to deny. The shower did him justice and his wet hair made it better. I could see how the hostess was eyeing him when we stepped into the bar, I wonder if he noticed too?

But there were more pressing issues at hand. What was that? Why did I freeze up? I was no longer disappointed for not nodding. Now I was just angry at myself. Why was I making it harder for myself to escape?

I was growing angrier and more frustrated, maybe it was the increasing stress.

"You hungry?" He said. I kept my head down. His eyes flickered back to the menu and looked over it. "Wings? Sliders?" He tried again. I stayed quiet. He stared at me from the other side of the booth.

"See look, they even got different flavors of wings, which ones should we get?" He said.

I stayed quiet. He sighed.

Putting the menu down it he stared at me. "You look pretty," He said. "I like the little yellow uniform but this is good too. Makes me wonder wether its the clothes or you," He said.

I rolled my eyes involuntarily. "You did good today. Helping out this morning at the diner. Doing what you were told, keeping your mouth shut," He said. It was silent for a moment. "Usually when someone compliments you, your supposed to say thank you," He said teasingly.

I continued to keep my head down. "So, are you not gonna order? Cause I'm not sharing my food," He said lightly. "Did I mention how pretty-this is not a fucking date!" I interrupted.

Shocked by my own outburst I quickly looked in his eyes for any sort of anger. Instead I found a smirk.

"What can I get yall to drink?" An older women  approached with a note pad. "Two beers," He said. "Okay! Well my names Sharon and welcome to the West Point truck stop, I'll be taking care of you tonight! Your drinks will be out shortly," She said, voice coated in the sickly sweet southern accent.

I crossed my arms. "Did you want it to be a date?" He asked. "What?" I asked him. "Why do you do that?" I asked. It was his turn to be quiet, just watching, listening. "Why do you threaten me, terrorize me then pretend were friends or something? Huh? Be one or the other, keep consistency so I know what I have to expect," I said.

"Cause you can't be both, I can't deal with both," I said.

"Alright! What can I get for you?" Our waiter said as she came to the table, placing two opened beers on the table. "Uh, buffalo wings with blue cheese and ranch. And an order of cheeseburger sliders," He said. "Is that all?" She asked. Will nodded and she turned her heel and left. Because the bar had been so crowded nobody paid attention to us.

He leaned into the table grabbing a beer. "I don't pretend to be your friend, Maria. If anything I pretend to be much more than that," He said taking a sip. I sighed heavily.

"What? Does that shock you? You think your better than me?" He said. "Better than you? Your harassing me!" I said. "I called you pretty," He deadpanned. I scoffed, "Really and what about tasting me huh? That's harassment jackass," I said.