A/N: I have a few chapters of this done already. I'll just post them all up soon if this gets good feedback; but when you start to see the updates going dry after a long time, keep the patience. I'm horrible at that sort of thing. All the chapters are going to be relatively short like this; it's part of a long document, but I didn't want to give it all away right away. That having been said, on with it. (:
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White fingers picking at the sleeve of a well-worn tan bomber jacket, skin flushed pink, white teeth gnawing at pink lips, she looked rattled.
She sat in the passenger seat, like she got something she didn't look ready to get.
She'd always been funny like that, though.
"Just go," she whispered, and I kinda wondered why the fuck she had to whisper like that.
It made her seem so small.
It made me feel so guilty.
And for once, I didn't do shit.
We were just driving – I kinda wished Jin was here, so I wouldn't feel like I needed to do something, but he'd gone early.
It wasn't like it was a big deal – I drove her places all the time.
Well, I never really drove her any place with her sinking into the passenger seat, teary and crying, when she was feeling all vulnerable and expectant and overwhelmed and shit
Her ma must have started shit again.
Looking at her now, I got to thinking again – for like the millionth goddamn time – why the hell she didn't stick with those straight-lace nerd types she used to hang with; I got to thinking that maybe if she had, her ma wouldn't bitch so much.
Maybe if she had, I wouldn't still be alive and outta prison.
I looked at her with a question in my eyes.
She didn't look at me.
"Just go." I noticed I hadn't been moving.
"Whatever," I growled. I guessed she didn't feel like talking about it.
I flicked a knob and turned up the music and kept driving, flicking the cigarette with my thumb so the ash fell off.
It started to rain.
"Fuck."
I tossed out my cigarette and started to roll up the window, but Fuu just stared.
"Pull up the window, you dumb bitch," I muttered.
She glanced for half a second at me, and then started to roll it up, resting her forehead against the cool glass, eyes sliding shut.
We didn't talk for the rest of the trip.
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Nov. 20.2007
