"Watch out for the-"
"Whoops!"Lauren sounded less than concerned about droving through a very deep pot hole.
"Lo, you have got to slow do-"
"I love this song!" tearing her eyes away from the road to spin the dial until Walker swore he would never hear again.
"You're the one I can always call, when I need to make everything stop! Finally you put my love on top!- I swear, I was meant to be Beyoncé. Someone screwed up, and made me me instead... Hey! What the fuck, Walker?" Her music was shut off.
"Pull over!" he demanded.
"What? No! Why?" she spluttered out, disbelieving and confused.
"Because you are the worst driver in the world, Lauren, and I don't know why I let you drive in the first place!"
"There is no one else out here! It doesn't matter how badly I drive!" she countered, gesturing to the barren stretches of highway and landscape.
"Pull over!"
"No!"
"Pull over."
"Come on, Wox, live a little!"
"Neither of us will live much longer if you keep driving! Pull over!"
"Fine! God! If it means that much to you!..."
Stopping in the middle of the road, Lauren got out and stomped over to the passenger side. Grabbing Joe's wrist she yanked him out of her way and plopped herself down in the well worn seat, crossing her arms over her chest like a pouting two year old.
Joe let out a sigh of relief mixed with frustration. Sliding into the driver's seat, it took him what seemed like an hour to adjust the seat so his knees weren't pushing against his chest. Finally, the pair continued their drive west.
They felt they were drowning in unresolved tension. They both listened to wind whip past them as they drove further through the hot and dry lands of Nevada.
Finally, Joe relented, "do you want me to put Beyoncé back on?" he asked kindly.
"yes, please she answered"
Starting the music up again, and listening to Lauren scream along, all was forgiven between the friends, and as fast as it started, it ended, the same way it always did between the two.