They cried. Every single person. Nobody had missed the funeral, either. Nobody could. Why would they? How could they? Two important people in there lives had died. In the worst way possible.
"God, Cohen this fog is so thick." Summer said, into her carphone,keeping one eye on the road,and one eye on the radio knob, searching for a decent station that would pick up, with one hand on the wheel and the phone tucked under her shoulder.
"Yeah, so I think maybe its not so smart to talk on the phone at the same time."
"I know, but like, this fog is thick! I need to talk to you so I feel safe."
"Well maybe I'll make you feel even more safe when we get to the hotel."
"Cohen, we're going to a wedding here, we cant stop to do it."
"Yeah, yeah. I don't even know these people."
"Seth, he'd my father."
"Yeah, but its like his 18th wedding. I think you get the idea."
"Not 18th. 8th. There's a difference."
"Well is there a difference in the women?''
"No, Im sure she's a pill poppin' manic depressive with huge jugs, blonde hair, and a small ass. But still. Its the magic." She mocked, making a gagging sound with her throat.
"Oh, Summer thats lovely."
"You think? I do too." She coo'd.
"How much longerrr!" Seth whined from the other end of the phone, as Summer finally found a station that satisfied her.
"Well, uh, seeing how your coming from the opposite direction from me and we left at different times, I wouldn't know. Sorry, Cohen."
"Its a long drive! And Im all alone, and I forgot my CDs and Kudos, and even my Ipod and Ryans coming with my parents and I -"
"Cohen! Woah! I'm here, just talk to me and put on the radio."
"The radio's icky." Seth pouted, making another whiny noise into the phone.
"Tell me where you are."
"Uhh I see some fog, and some more fog, and some idiot whos driving in the wrong lane.."
Can
you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and
then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide