Finding My Way

Ya know D, There's something I've been meaning to tell you," He starts slowly.
My eyes shift towards him, glancing at the tad bit of nervousness in his expression that lasts for a few seconds but quickly covered up.

"I can't drive you all the way to New York." He says. My eyes widen in anger.

"What the hell do you mean, Blake? Why the hell are you just now telling me, I have 13 days until christmas, and I have to be to new York before then!"

He runs his hand threw his hair.
"I have some business to take care of." He says simply, all signs of nervousness fading.

"Stop the car." I say calmly. So he does, and locks the doors in the process.

"And I need your help, so your not going to New York."