Common Sense
Yawning, I curled up into a ball in the back of my father's Cadillac Deville. I rested my head against the back seat.
"Your dad's got a sweet ride." Riley groggily commented loudly, across the opposite side of the back seat from me.
I smiled back at his closed eye form. "I'll accept that for comment for him."
"I think we should change clothes." Ben commented back at me, Riley, and Abigail. "We look kind of conspicuous don't you think?"
"I'd love to go shopping, too," Riley honestly commented, making me open one of my eyes and giggle at him. He then opened one of his eyes back at me, smiling, but then he quickly continued onto Ben," but we have no money."
Ben then sighed and passed our father's old edition of Common Sense (where he kept his emergency stash of money) to Abigail. "Here, I took this from his house."
Abigail looked down at the book curiously, while I explained," He usually tucks a few hundred dollars somewhere between those pages."
Then I overheard Abigail muse," Common Sense. How appropriate."
"When are we gonna get there?"
I then closed my eyes, trying to catch a few "Zzz"s before we got to whatever destination was going to be. But Riley's childishly complaining only made me laugh quiet under my breath to myself.
"I'm hungry. This car smells, weird."
I then teased," And you talk too much."
"Amen to that," my brother chuckled, before I felt a small nudge fro Riley's foot at my butt, like Ben would do to me, when he was picking on me.
I opened one eye, and saw Riley rolling over onto his side, as if nothing had happened.
I smiled and closed my eye once again. "Have a good nap, Mr. Poole."
"You too," Riley yawned before I dozed off.
But I swear I thought I heard Abigail comment," They are complete opposites if you ask me."