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Papa Don't Preach

Chapter Eleven: Not Gonna Get Us

"What time is it?" Craig looked at my watch, not being able to see it upside down. We had just pulled up to a gas station for some much needed re-fueling. Cars were whizzing by us like there was no tomorrow and the guy next to us smelled like a used tampon, which is quite disgusting if you think hard about it.

I looked over at him and read my watch aloud, "12:04."

"Wow, so where to next?" he sucked on the straw of the soda he bought inside the food stop, conveniently located a few feet away from our gas pump. My stomach lurched looking at the food inside, but I put my foot down and kept on pumping the gasoline.

"Um," I used my mental map inside my brain, "Indiana?" I questioned my thought and glanced over at Craig. He raised an eyebrow, then grabbed a road map that was in the glove compartment. Why it was there I didn't know, but I was thankful I still had it.

"How many hours do you think it'd take?" he leaned in, showing me the map and pointed to the south-west corner of the state. He sucked in on his Mountain Dew, making him look like my goldfish that died when I was seven. His name was Sven.

"Five hours maybe?" I bit my lip and calculated my hypotheses in my head. I was pretty damn close.

"So we'd get there say, five or six, and check into a motel for the night?" he helped me out with the plans ever so elegantly.

"Yeah, sounds good," I shook my a head along with the plan and walked towards the food stop to pay for the gas and maybe get myself a soda. I was in and out of there in minutes, clutching a bag full of Diet Coke and Red Bull. I was about to walk around to get to the drivers seat but to my surprise, Craig was already there. And he was wearing my princess sunglasses. He had the song "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson blasting on the radio. He bobbed his head along to the song insanely perfect, he looked like a transsexual rock god.

I smiled, getting into the passengers side and turning down the music just a tad. "Your turn?"

"My turn," Craig stuck out his tongue and turned the music back up higher than it was, which was at a deafening amount. I liked it. He stepped on the pedal and we were out of there.

"Do you know where you're going?" I reached for my other pair of sunglasses on the dash and put them on.

"What?" he yelled louder than a crazy obsessive girl at an *Nsync concert, which from past experience was really, really loud.

"Do you freaking know where you're going?" I yelled louder than I ever had before. I was proud of myself.

"Yes!" he shook his head and gave me a cheesy smile. "I-sa knows exact where-a go-a."

"Well, now that you're speaking English," I said just in time for the song break. Craig turned off the CD and periodically stared at me while trying to drive. I would usually feel paranoid, but I felt loved.

"Do you still play the piano?" he asked thoughtfully as we hit the intersection.

"Yes," I nodded, starting to hum "Killing Me Softly" silently to myself.

"Still good?" he pressed on the gas and turned onto the freeway.

"Hell yeah, the best you've ever heard baby," I put my head on his shoulder, but not so hard he wouldn't be able to drive. "I also still play Beatle's songs when I'm sad and angry."

"Not when you're happy?" he looked down at me with a concerned look on his face.

"No, when I'm happy I play classical," I pressed on his nose and laughed. He laughed along with me, giving me a kiss on my head. I nuzzled into him, almost ready to fall asleep. To keep myself awake I popped in a rock mix, full of Korn, Nirvana, and Foo Fighters.

It ended up being 7:15 when we got there, thanks to delays and shit stops. We soon checked into a cheap motel with a door that had a million locks on it. The room was okay, I had been in better. It had a few lamps, a small bathroom, a dresser, TV and one bed. Craig was flinching at the situation.

"So, I get floor?" he set his stuff down in a chair by the phone and laid himself down on the ground. He put his hands on his chest and hummed to himself.

I rolled my eyes, "Why should you have to sleep on the floor when we have a king size bed? It's not a big deal Craig, we can sleep in the same bed. We're adults."

"Well, you are," he pointed to me with his eyes closed. "God this is uncomfortable."

I shook my head laughing as I tried to bring him to his feet and onto the bed. He weighed a lot more than my strength could handle but I got him on there in a few minutes. He stared at me while I did this, tucking him in with a non-existent blanket.

"But Mommy, I don't want to go to bed," Craig smiled sheepishly, pulling me next to him. "I want to go out and have fun."

"But honey, you need your rest," I stroked his hair like a mother would do. "It's really late."

"Let's go out and eat," he sat up quickly and stood up next to the bed. "Come on, let's get some weird bar food and dance the night away."

"Fine," I stood up onto my feet and walked out the door with Craig at my side. We were almost at the car when we realized we didn't lock the door to the room, so Craig ran up there and did like the gentleman he was.

"Let's walk, I can see a club right there," he pointed to a building surrounded in neon lights. John Mayer was faintly reaching my ears so I closed my eyes hoping to hear his sweet music more.

Craig grabbed my hand and hauled me to the pulsing disco. The bouncer didn't even check our ID's, he just let us right in which was something I was really not used to. I even had my fake one ready just in case. John Mayer was still playing, it was of course a remix because John would never play something like that in reality. I moved my body to the rhythm, pulling Craig closer to me. It was only minutes before the song was over but it felt like an eternity. I rested my head on his chest, still moving my feet to the new song blasting on the speakers.

"Let's go back, I think you've had enough," Craig said to me an hour later, putting me over his shoulder and walking me back to the room. He laid me down on the bed, helping me put on my pajamas, I was so wiped out. He tugged on my oversized John Mayer shirt that I got years ago and I pulled off my pants myself. I put my head on the pillow and fell asleep.