"So first we miss our damn flight and now we're stuck together, driving to some random ass city—and I'm being forced to do that with a person who likes to listen to rap songs twenty four fucking seven." Commented Mike.

Well, as he said before him and the "person who likes to listen to rap twenty four seven" Haylie missed their flight to Chicago, and they'd decided to drive Haylie's car to Chicago—and Mike should've expected that Haylie would listen to her music FOR. THE WHOLE. WAY. THERE!

"Hey I don't listen to just rap." Haylie said in her defence…or sort of a defense because she was driving and she didn't want to take her mind off of her driving.

"Oh yeah I forgot, you listen to any music besides cool music." Mike said.

"Will you just shut up already—god." Haylie said as she checked the time on the radio clock 12:43 AM. "Great, I'm starving."

"Same, where do you think the nearest food place is?" Mike asked.

"Probably not for the next few miles, so till then, just shut your mouth." Haylie said…and should've said that for the next song that played.

"Fucking forgot that I have this song." Haylie muttered as she saw on the corner of her eye Mike trying to contain his laughter…

…the song was "Baby" by Justin Bieber.

"Before you laugh, yes I do listen too this kid." Haylie said. "And before you somehow ask, I do not like this kid."

There was silence coming from the Ohio native's mouth because he was trying so very hard not to laugh.

"Oh shut up." Haylie said.

Few minutes later

"Oh finally." Haylie said as she pulled into a twenty four seven restaurant. "Let's just hope they serve breakfast."

When they got out of the car, Mike asked, "So you tell me you don't like that Justin Bieber kid?"

"Yeah." Haylie said.

"Then why do you have like twenty two songs of his?" Mike asked.

"I like his music…just not the guy." Haylie said.

"Sooner or later you're going to admit that you like him." Mike said.

"Shut up McLoser." Haylie said as they entered the restaurant and took a seat next to a window.

"Hey, it isn't my fault I'm going to be saying 'I told you so' to some punk ass girl that loves a sixteen year old." Mike said.

"I do not like him, simple as that." Haylie said.

"Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that." Mike said, then got kicked in the shin by Haylie.

"Ow what the fuck Trudel." Mike said.

"Hey, you wouldn't shut up, so you get kicked, simple as that." Haylie said as someone came up to their table.

"What could I get you guys to drink." The guy said, and Haylie noticed the name tag was 'Travis'.

"I would like to get an ice tea please." Haylie said.

"Coffee for me." Mike said then Travis walked away.

A few minutes later, Haylie randomly comments, "He's cute."

"You say that about every guy you see." Mike said.

"Well, I can't help the fact that he is cute." Haylie said, trying to defend her side.

"But still you do say that about ever guy." Mike said.

"No I don't."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

They automatically shut their mouths as soon as Travis came back with their drinks. "Now, what would you guys like to eat?"

"French toast." Haylie said.

"Same with her." Mike said.

"Alright, you're food would be ready in a few." Travis said then walked off for a second time.

.x

After they ate, Mike and Haylie walked back to her car, this time Mike was driving and Haylie would be sleeping soundly….with music of course.

A few minutes on being on the road, Mike saw on the corner of his eye that Haylie was sleeping and heard on her iPod that Imma Be by Black Eyed Peas was playing, and Mike's right hand went slowly towards the electronics device before Haylie saying, "Don't touch the iPod."

"How did you know that I was going to?" Mike asked, retreating his hand back to the steering wheel.

"I just can, cause I'm cool like that." Haylie said.

Me: This just came off the top of my head

Miz Muse: Is the 'torturing Miz with awful music' going to end soon?

Me: It would end when I want to end.

Miz Muse: Which would be soon, right?

Me: Probably…