Glenda's P.O.V
"Do you know what my favorite cloud is, Glenda? My favorite clouds are the puffy ones that are blue-ish and pink-ish, because they kind of look like cotton candy. And Glenda, I like Cotton candy. It tastes like little sugar clouds, which is ironic because some clouds look like cotton candy and that's weird. I think they tried to make it look like clouds because-" Glen babbled on until I couldn't hold it in.
"SHUT UP! Just shut up! You weren't even supposed to be here! So just be quiet and sit still!" I screamed with my hands firmly on the wheel.
He immediately stopped talking and watched the road. But after five minutes I saw out of the corner of me eye, him raising his hand. My hands were so tightly gripping the steering wheel that my knuckles went white. Plus I think my face went red like a tomato.
"What?" I tried to sound calm, but it came out more annoyed.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He replied shyly.
I just shut my eyes and tried to calm myself down mentally. But I just asked him like twenty minutes ago if he had to go and he said "No."
"Can you hold it for another five miles?" I asked as I watched a rest stop sign go by.
Glen nodded his head and i mentally sighed a sigh of relief. After five miles he jumped out of the car before it even came to a full stop and ran to the bathroom.
"Grahh!" I snarled as I watched the time tick away.
The car door opened and in popped Glen. He put his seat belt on and took a handful of cheesies.
"You didn't really go to the bathroom did you?" I asked as I looked at the mini bag of cheesies.
"Well, I did. But yeah, I only wanted cheesies." He answered with a mouthful of cheesies. "Want some?"
"No. I hate cheesies." I answered before speeding off.
LATER...
"It's getting late. I think we should stop at a motel." Glen said between yawns.
"Dude. It's only 8:30!" I answered.
I looked over at Glen and saw him fast asleep. Here comes the nightmares...
"No! Leave him alone! Stop! No! Please no!" He screamed as he slept.
"Glen wake up!" I yelled as I tried shaking him and driving at the same time.
He woke up with a jump and then settled into his seat. He calmed down then gave me a small smile, to make sure I didn't worry to much.
"What was it about this time?" I asked trying not to sound as worried as I was.
"Uh, it was nothing. Just nothing." He said glumly.
"Okay." I answered like I didn't want to know.
I guess I don't say things I want to say or show emotion that I am feeling. In a way I don't feel like me. I feel like my real self is trapped on the inside. I mean I really do like to hurt and kill people, but there are more things about me then that. I guess I'm not comfortable showing people my weaknesses, because obviously I don't need my reputation being turn into a girly-girl-who-loves-to-play-barbies-and-wear-pink-every-day.
"It's almost 10:00, can we stop now." Glen asked sleepily.
"Yeah, I'm getting tired too." I answered as I started to yawn.
We pulled into the first motel that didn't look like a 'bed bug buffet' It looked half decent, but that didn't matter because we obviously not going to pay. I parked and went up to a random room and kicked the door down. A man who was fast asleep awoke and jumped out of bed.
"Who are you?!" The man shouted.
Before Glen could answer I threw my pocket knife at the man. It hit him dead center in the neck. Blood poured from the wound as he fell to the floor on his knees. He held his hands on his neck and coughed until he finally stopped moving. Glen stood in shock and didn't say a word.
"What the heck was that for? Why couldn't we just pay for a room!?" Glen yelled as I walked over to the body.
"I'll take this." I said to the dead body as I grabbed my knife and cleaned it off with his shirt.
I walked over to the man's suitcase and found his wallet. I opened the pouches and found three-hundred bucks! I turned to Glen to show off the money.
"Why bother with money! You won't use it! You just kill someone to get things you want!" He yelled angrily.
"Shut up! People will hear you." I whispered.
We woke up early in my opinion. 8:00. Okay 'we' didn't wake up early. Glen did and he decided to wake me up. Anyways, by 8:30 we were on the road.
"Wanna play 'I spy'?" Glen asked cheerfully.
"No." I answered in the opposite tone.
"Okay, I spy something that is blue." He said completely ignoring my answer.
"Glen!" I yelled.
"What!" He yelled back in the same tone. "I don't know why you have to yell so much! It's it's like you have a megaphone duct-taped to your mouth! You are always yelling at me, mom even random people you don't know! I only yell when you yell because you won't be able to hear me OVER ALL YOUR YELLING!" He shouted at me with a red face and I think I could see steam come out of his ears.
"Glen!" I yelled again, but this time a softer yell.
"What? You want to yell at me for yelling? Because maybe I'm not the one you should be yelling at!" He yelled again at my face.
"Glen! We are here!" I finally managed to yell it out.
"Oh." He said quietly almost like a whisper.
We both turned to face a tall apartment. It had red bricks and was about two to three stories high.
"Okay. Let's do this." I whispered under my breath.
