Miranda hadn't realized how long she had been on the road until she noticed the sun sinking low in the horizon. It was then that she realized just how hungry and tired she was, and just how much she needed to go to the bathroom.
She spotted a sign for a rest stop . . . only one more mile.
About a minute later, she pulled into a very small rest stop. It was the kind that only had a bathroom, a vending machine, and a few picnic tables.
After going to the bathroom (and feeling much better afterward), she washed her hands and went out the door to get a snack. She was surprised to see someone there, stocking the machine. He looked about her age, maybe just a little older.
He looked up at her and said, "Hi,"
"Hello," Miranda said.
"It's nice to see someone here," he said, "I thought no one ever stopped at a little place like this."
"I was getting tired and I needed a break," Miranda explained.
"Oh," he said, "so where are you going?"
"Portland," she said simply.
"Portland, Oregon?" he asked.
Miranda nodded.
"That's a long way to go on a motorcycle," he pointed out, as if she didn't know already.
"I know," she said.
He smiled. He had a nice smile.
"So where exactly am I?" Miranda asked.
He pointed to a map on the wall. It was a map of Colorado. She saw a "you are here" arrow pointing just to the left of a little city called Gateway on the Dolores River. It was almost on the border of Colorado and Utah.
"You want a snack?" he asked.
"I could pay for it . . . " she said, a little unsure.
"That's okay," he said, "it's on the house. You just have to tell me what you want."
"Got any barbecue potato chips?" she asked.
"Sure do," he said as he pulled out a bag and tossed it to her.
She caught the bag and opened it, popping a chip into her mouth.
"So where are you from?" he asked.
"I'm originally from California, but I recently moved to Texas from Oregon." she said. For some reason, she felt comfortable talking to this guy, even though she didn't know him.
"Oh, really?" he said, interested, "So you're going back to visit friends?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"They must be good friends," he commented.
Miranda nodded, then looking out the window, she said, "I should get going. I want to find a decent hotel before it gets too dark." With that, she turned and started to leave.
"Wait," he said.
Miranda stopped and turned back around.
"I still don't know your name,"
"It's Miranda," she said.
"I'm Jackson," he introduced himself.
"Bye, Jackson," she said as she opened the door and went outside.
"Good-bye, Miranda," Jackson said, even though she had already left. He watched through the window as she drove away on her motorcycle and wondered if he would ever see her again.
Yes, I know what you're all thinking. AWWWWWWWWWWW! :) I just decided that I wanted to get someone into the story who was interested in Miranda, because, as you'll see later, this is pretty much a Declan/Peggy fic. Of course, what else would you expect from me?
Thanks for reading, and please tell me what you think!
She spotted a sign for a rest stop . . . only one more mile.
About a minute later, she pulled into a very small rest stop. It was the kind that only had a bathroom, a vending machine, and a few picnic tables.
After going to the bathroom (and feeling much better afterward), she washed her hands and went out the door to get a snack. She was surprised to see someone there, stocking the machine. He looked about her age, maybe just a little older.
He looked up at her and said, "Hi,"
"Hello," Miranda said.
"It's nice to see someone here," he said, "I thought no one ever stopped at a little place like this."
"I was getting tired and I needed a break," Miranda explained.
"Oh," he said, "so where are you going?"
"Portland," she said simply.
"Portland, Oregon?" he asked.
Miranda nodded.
"That's a long way to go on a motorcycle," he pointed out, as if she didn't know already.
"I know," she said.
He smiled. He had a nice smile.
"So where exactly am I?" Miranda asked.
He pointed to a map on the wall. It was a map of Colorado. She saw a "you are here" arrow pointing just to the left of a little city called Gateway on the Dolores River. It was almost on the border of Colorado and Utah.
"You want a snack?" he asked.
"I could pay for it . . . " she said, a little unsure.
"That's okay," he said, "it's on the house. You just have to tell me what you want."
"Got any barbecue potato chips?" she asked.
"Sure do," he said as he pulled out a bag and tossed it to her.
She caught the bag and opened it, popping a chip into her mouth.
"So where are you from?" he asked.
"I'm originally from California, but I recently moved to Texas from Oregon." she said. For some reason, she felt comfortable talking to this guy, even though she didn't know him.
"Oh, really?" he said, interested, "So you're going back to visit friends?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"They must be good friends," he commented.
Miranda nodded, then looking out the window, she said, "I should get going. I want to find a decent hotel before it gets too dark." With that, she turned and started to leave.
"Wait," he said.
Miranda stopped and turned back around.
"I still don't know your name,"
"It's Miranda," she said.
"I'm Jackson," he introduced himself.
"Bye, Jackson," she said as she opened the door and went outside.
"Good-bye, Miranda," Jackson said, even though she had already left. He watched through the window as she drove away on her motorcycle and wondered if he would ever see her again.
Yes, I know what you're all thinking. AWWWWWWWWWWW! :) I just decided that I wanted to get someone into the story who was interested in Miranda, because, as you'll see later, this is pretty much a Declan/Peggy fic. Of course, what else would you expect from me?
Thanks for reading, and please tell me what you think!