diary of a living dead girl

travel buddies

New hope didn't have an airport, it was to small of a town. If you wanted to fly anywhere you had to drive to the next town over. Which is what Lydia had to do. She gathered all the things she wanted to bring in a black suit cases, covered in old stickers she had placed when she was younger. She carried them all down the stairs and outside to the car. Three suit cases full of stuff. One with clothes. One with entertainment stuff and the last full of things she might need, Or her special guest might need. 

"I'm still uncomfortable about letting you leave for a weekend, again" Charles stated from the side of the car. Lydia was shoving her luggage in the trunk of her dad's new car. While Delia did the same. "Me or the car, you were talking to the car weren't you" the girl teased, turning to look at him with a sly smile. 

"No but don't scratch her. I know how you drive missy" he lectured making her roll her eyes. She smiled innocently at him, widening her eyes and tilting her head down just a little. "I'm a law biding citizen I would never do something reckless" she spoke overly innocently. "Nice try arsonist" Delia said as she shut the trunk. "What that wasn't me" the goth lied, opening her mouth so her smile didn't turn wicked. 

"Just be carful, pack mace, a rape whistle, you're own cup to drink from" her dad went over. "Condoms and lube, it's not just for the ass its for impatient drunk hunks" Delia grabbed the girls hand. Placing a small bottle in her open palm. Charles silently screamed as he looked at the exchange. Lydia swallowed her embarrassment, raising an eye brow at the woman. 

"This little thing can't last a night" she joked. Her father really did scream at that. "Oh Charlies whatever is the matter, Lydia's a grown woman going on spring break. What did you think was gonna happen" the red head put her hands on her hips as she looked at the blushing man. "I-I changed my mind you can't go" he stammered as he yelled out. The woman walked around the car on either side. Both opening a door and sliding in. 

"Sorry dear I can't hear you from inside the car" Delia lied as she rolled up the window. "Look dad I'm not driving your baby, your baby is" the goth chuckled, earning a light tap from the woman in the drivers seat. 

"Bye Charles" Delia sang as she pulled out of the drive way. The man yelled something but neither of them heard him. Already pulling onto the path leading down the hill. They drove away from the house, sitting in silence as they left the property. Till they got on the bridge leading to town. 

"So excited" Delia asked with a song in her throat. Lydia rolled her eyes and hunched in the seat. "Thrilled who doesn't love being trapped on an island over run by tourists that have destroyed the history of the land and repressed the civilization with their high demands. Not to mention be sharing a house with the daughter of your dreams and the boy everyone adores including my friends" she ranted dryly. But the woman didn't seem upset by the statement. She clung to the steering wheel. Smiling at the scene outside. 

"What" Lydia asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "I know a secret" the woman sang, leaning over to her for a second. "Uh ok" Lydia raised her brow. Unsure what horrible piece of gossip Delia felt was good enough to share with her. She turned her attention tot he dashboard as they drove down the road to leave the town. Delia was practically bouncing. She leaned over just a little. Not taking her eyes off the road.

 "I know your secret dear" Delia continued. Lydia tensed. Gripping the seat as her eyes widened. She snapped her head to look at the woman. "WHAT" she asked in a slight scream. But Delia brushed off her nervous behavior. Giving a girlish giggle. 

"Oh come now you're not very slick s you would say. The woman smiled more knowingly then excited. Lydia eyed her wondering why she wasn't freaking out. Or yelling at her. Or having a break down from the horrors of the past Lydia was toying with. In fact she seemed happy.