Pestilence

Thirteen- Stuffy Car

Squary Note:

Hey guys, it's me, SquaryQ. And today marks the one year anniversary of posting Pestilence so, happy birthday, Pestilence!

That is all

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This car is stuffy and full of random crap. Hilary is in the front now, and Beth swapped with Casey. Harry's still driving and Ryan Bradbury is wedged between Both and I. Why couldn't he be in Merchant's car? I can't handle his heavy mouth breathing. Jesus, he's annoying.

"Anybody else warm?" Beth pipes up.

"I'm baking." I nod.

"You're hot?" Harry asks. "I'll turn on the AC."

"Doesn't work." Ryan states. Brilliant. How convenient.

"Screw it, the jumper's coming off." Beth declares. The only son of the late "Officer Killjoy"'s eyes are bug like. If this were a cartoon, they would be popping out of his head, staring at Beth's chest.

"It's getting hot in here." I punch Ryan to stop his nasal singing.

"No Ryan, I am not stripping for you. I have standards." I fold my arms.

Beth is now in a vest top. Ryan folds his arms as if he expected her to be in just a bra. Pervert.

"Me too." Beth pouts. "Oi! Bradbury! If you're going o stare at my boobs, do it tastefully and descreetly, your face is pretty much in them!"

I take Beth's declaration as an opportunity to take off my own jumper.

"Haven't you seen boobs before, Ryan. Poor unfortunate soul, thinking Beth has good boobs. She's pretty much an ironing board!" Harry declares.

"You are lucky you're driving. Or I swear to God you would be rolling out of the Jeep, dead." I honestly don't doubt Beth's words. I don't think Harry does either.

"That was harsh, Harry, no way Beth is flat chested." Hilary chides my Godbrother.

"You clearly haven't been looking at Casey or Tegan." Harry mutters.

"Why would I? ...Go chastity!" Jesus, Hilary is a dork.

"Virgin." Ryan states.

"And and like you're not!" Harry snaps at Ryan.

"Are YOU!" Ryan sneers.

"Well...yeah..." Harry loses his swagger. I snort a laugh.

"Then you can't tease me for being a virgin!" Ryan goes on the defensive even though he started it.

"We've been in the car to four hours. Maybe we should pull over, go to sleep, all that jazz?"

"No way I'm sleeping with fatty and Beth." Ryan's harsh words are like bee stings, painful and stabbing.

Slap! I blink. Repeatedly, astounded.

Beth just slapped Bradbury...?

"Never!" Slap!

"Call!" Slap!

"Tee'!" Slap!

"Fat!" Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ever!" Slap!

"A-fucking-gain!" Slap! Slap! Slappidy slap!

My jaw hangs open while Ryan Bradbury sobs over the delivery of more than a few of Beth's best "wooden hand bitch slaps" as she liked to call them. Beth called them that because she would stiffen her arm so it would be harder, the move was only reserved for idiots that tried to pick a fight with her. And apparently now, Ryan Bradbury.

"She's right. Be lucky we're not outside or I would kick you in the balls so hard that you would end up in orbit." Harry...?

My eyes brim with tears. I remember this... He said that to that clique except he said he would kick their arses so hard that they would end up in orbit. That was back in like year seven. We may not be biological siblings but Harry always stuck his neck out for me. Much more than Tommy did.

"Tegan is beautiful, leave her the hell alone. I have a bow and arrow on my fucking lap and unlike the others, who have learned to know and hate your sorry ass, I will just shoot you in the head with now reservations." Hilary smirks.

The tears fall from my eyes then. Why do I have to love Hilary! I can only see his words in a romantic light! It takes away the genuine appreciation for his words. Why can't I imagine his compliments being platonic anymore?

I hide my face, muttering into my palms in aggravation.

"She's just hot! Let's call Merchant's posh area car and let him know we're stopping so Tee' can get some air."

"Right." Hilary winds down the window. "Oi! Tom! Merchant! We're pulling over! Something's wrong with Tegan!" I peek between my fingers and see both cars pulling into a small dinner.

"Might as well eat too, eh?" Bradbury suggested, clambering over Beth to get out of the middle of the Jeep.

"Yeah..." I nod, still stung. "Might as well."