Disclaimer: All characters from TFATF belong to Universal Studios. However
I do own Claire, Daisy, Carlos, and Sam.
Chapter 5
Fours hours and five cd's later, Claire sighed. She was unbelievably bored. Every time she would sing along to the music Vince would give her his death glare. If she tried to talk to him, he would just ignore her. When she started to talk to herself, again with the death glare.
God I'm so bored! Brian better appreciate this! I so can think of better ways of spending my time. Even if Vince is one damn fine looking man, he doesn't talk. Where's the interest in that? God Brian so owes me big time!
After her little bitching session she saw a sign. She excitedly pulled off at the next exit.
I swear to god if he gives me that damn death glare again I'm gonna slap him!
She thought impatiently. "I need gas and I'm hungry." She explained, suppressing the urge to slap him.
Vince gave a slight nod, then turned back to his new best friend, the window.
At the gas station he watched her while she went to go pay the attendant. He couldn't help but notice the smooth rotation of her hips as she walked. He scowled then turned away.
Back in the car Claire drove a little ways up the road to the McDonald's. There was a long line for the drive-thru so she parked her car instead. "You want anything?" She asked before she climbed out of the car.
Instead of answering he got out of the car and followed her inside.
They sat in silence. Eating in the car, at Vince's insistence. He just headed back to the car after getting his food.
Claire stared at him for a moment. "You always this quiet?" She asked, his silence finally getting on her nerves.
He looked up at her, no death glare this time.
Oh my god! He's gonna speak!
He ignored her and turned his attention back to his food.
Damn tease!
Claire shrugged.
Fine! I don't want to talk to you anyway!
She thought then went back to her food as well. When they were done eating she gathered their trash and climbed out of the car to throw it away.
Vince went back to his window.
Can't have it feel neglected now can we? That wouldn't be good.
After a couple of minutes she never came back into the car. He scowled and turned to look.
What the hell is she doing? We don't have all day to be waiting here god damn it!
His eyes widened. She was nowhere in the parking lot. For a brief moment his breath caught, but then recovered. He just figured she probably went to the bathroom. So he waited. and waited. After ample time for her to have gone to bathroom and come back, she still hadn't returned. He started to panic. Vince climbed out of the car quickly and rushed to the entrance of McDonald's. Once he reached the door Claire came rushing out, almost knocking him over.
One look at his face and she couldn't explain fast enough. "I'm sorry. I had to go to the bathroom. There was a long line and there are only two stalls. Then this kid was puking in one of them. You should probably go too, I don't want to make any more stops." She babbled.
Vince scowled. Why the hell does she get under my skin? I barely know her. He snapped at himself mentally. He was angry because he almost hugged her in relief, but then remembered who she was. He kept going into the restaurant, as if that was his original purpose.
On the road again, Vince turned and stared out the window.
After another dreaded hour of no talking Claire spoke. No longer able to keep quiet. "I'm sorry for what my brother did to you and your family. I know I could never make up for what he did. I wish I could because I know it bothers you. That's why you aren't speaking to me isn't it?" Claire almost flinched at the death glare he threw at her.almost.
"Don't talk like you know anything about me! You don't know shit! And you're right. You can't make up for what he did." He snapped at her.
Claire grinned at him. He looked like he could hit her now.
"What the fuck is you smiling for? This ain't funny!" He snapped again.
"I know. I'm just happy I finally got you to talk to me." She said, pleased with herself.
"Pullover!" He growled in frustration.
Claire looked confused, "what for?"
"Just do it!" He demanded.
She did as he said.
Vince climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. Claire jumped at the sound. She hadn't meant to make him so angry. She took a deep breath and then climbed out of the car as well. She walked around to where Vince was sitting on the ground. He had his knees pulled up with his elbows resting on them. His head was bowed. She noticed his right arm seemed to be shaking.
"Get back in the car." He bit out with out looking up.
"But I just-"
He cut her off. "I don't care! Just get back in the fucking car!" He told her fiercely.
Claire slumped her shoulders and did, as he demanded. God these last three hours are gonna take forever. She thought in despair.
Chapter 5
Fours hours and five cd's later, Claire sighed. She was unbelievably bored. Every time she would sing along to the music Vince would give her his death glare. If she tried to talk to him, he would just ignore her. When she started to talk to herself, again with the death glare.
God I'm so bored! Brian better appreciate this! I so can think of better ways of spending my time. Even if Vince is one damn fine looking man, he doesn't talk. Where's the interest in that? God Brian so owes me big time!
After her little bitching session she saw a sign. She excitedly pulled off at the next exit.
I swear to god if he gives me that damn death glare again I'm gonna slap him!
She thought impatiently. "I need gas and I'm hungry." She explained, suppressing the urge to slap him.
Vince gave a slight nod, then turned back to his new best friend, the window.
At the gas station he watched her while she went to go pay the attendant. He couldn't help but notice the smooth rotation of her hips as she walked. He scowled then turned away.
Back in the car Claire drove a little ways up the road to the McDonald's. There was a long line for the drive-thru so she parked her car instead. "You want anything?" She asked before she climbed out of the car.
Instead of answering he got out of the car and followed her inside.
They sat in silence. Eating in the car, at Vince's insistence. He just headed back to the car after getting his food.
Claire stared at him for a moment. "You always this quiet?" She asked, his silence finally getting on her nerves.
He looked up at her, no death glare this time.
Oh my god! He's gonna speak!
He ignored her and turned his attention back to his food.
Damn tease!
Claire shrugged.
Fine! I don't want to talk to you anyway!
She thought then went back to her food as well. When they were done eating she gathered their trash and climbed out of the car to throw it away.
Vince went back to his window.
Can't have it feel neglected now can we? That wouldn't be good.
After a couple of minutes she never came back into the car. He scowled and turned to look.
What the hell is she doing? We don't have all day to be waiting here god damn it!
His eyes widened. She was nowhere in the parking lot. For a brief moment his breath caught, but then recovered. He just figured she probably went to the bathroom. So he waited. and waited. After ample time for her to have gone to bathroom and come back, she still hadn't returned. He started to panic. Vince climbed out of the car quickly and rushed to the entrance of McDonald's. Once he reached the door Claire came rushing out, almost knocking him over.
One look at his face and she couldn't explain fast enough. "I'm sorry. I had to go to the bathroom. There was a long line and there are only two stalls. Then this kid was puking in one of them. You should probably go too, I don't want to make any more stops." She babbled.
Vince scowled. Why the hell does she get under my skin? I barely know her. He snapped at himself mentally. He was angry because he almost hugged her in relief, but then remembered who she was. He kept going into the restaurant, as if that was his original purpose.
On the road again, Vince turned and stared out the window.
After another dreaded hour of no talking Claire spoke. No longer able to keep quiet. "I'm sorry for what my brother did to you and your family. I know I could never make up for what he did. I wish I could because I know it bothers you. That's why you aren't speaking to me isn't it?" Claire almost flinched at the death glare he threw at her.almost.
"Don't talk like you know anything about me! You don't know shit! And you're right. You can't make up for what he did." He snapped at her.
Claire grinned at him. He looked like he could hit her now.
"What the fuck is you smiling for? This ain't funny!" He snapped again.
"I know. I'm just happy I finally got you to talk to me." She said, pleased with herself.
"Pullover!" He growled in frustration.
Claire looked confused, "what for?"
"Just do it!" He demanded.
She did as he said.
Vince climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. Claire jumped at the sound. She hadn't meant to make him so angry. She took a deep breath and then climbed out of the car as well. She walked around to where Vince was sitting on the ground. He had his knees pulled up with his elbows resting on them. His head was bowed. She noticed his right arm seemed to be shaking.
"Get back in the car." He bit out with out looking up.
"But I just-"
He cut her off. "I don't care! Just get back in the fucking car!" He told her fiercely.
Claire slumped her shoulders and did, as he demanded. God these last three hours are gonna take forever. She thought in despair.