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Denver, Colorado
December 23
3:04 pm

"How can you even see?" I ask, squinting as I stare out the windshield. Snow is pelting against the glass, and the wipers aren't doing much to keep a clear view of the road.

"I have eyes."

"Funny. Really, you feel okay driving in this?"

"I do." He slows down a bit, glancing in the rearview mirror. "I've driven in worse conditions."

"Okay."

"It'll probably clear up the closer we get to Fort Collins. We're fine," he assures me.

"Yeah, I know. I mean, even if we were to crash, we're driving so slow it's not like we'd die."

"That's very optimistic of you."

"That's not a word many people would use to describe me," I mutter. He laughs at this.

"So how long have you lived in Denver?" he asks, turning down the heat.

"My whole life."

"But you have family in Seattle?"

"My dad, yeah. My mom lives in Florida. What about you?"

"I grew up in Forks and moved to Denver about… eight years ago."

"Where's that?"

"A few hours northwest of Seattle. My family still lives there."

I frown at this news. "Hold up, dude. You said you were going to Seattle. I'm sitting at the gate, duh," I mock.

He chuckles at my impersonation. "I am going to Seattle."

"But… you just said you're going to Corks."

"Forks," he corrects, taking his eyes off the road to glance my way. "I was going to fly to Seattle, then drive to Forks."

I suddenly feel panicky. Maybe jumping into a car with a stranger was a bad idea. We didn't even really talk about this before leaving the airport. All we did was come up with a plan for driving. He mapped out our route while I shoved a bagel sandwich into my face.

And now I'm going to die.

Probably.

This blows.

"Give me your license," I demand.

He looks at me strangely, but lifts his ass from the seat and reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, handing it over.

"What are you doing?" he questions as I examine his ID.

"Well, Edward Anthony Cullen, I'm texting my mom your name, address, and license number." I scrutinize his appearance. "Would you say your hair is more of a reddish-brown or a copper color? Actually, I think I'll go with bronze."

"What's all of this for?"

"In case you kill me." I thought that was obvious.

"You know, that could be a fake ID," he points out.

I have the strongest urge to slap his arm, but I'm not sure that'd be appropriate. Anyway, if he's going to kill me, I don't want to provoke him.

"Jesus, you're supposed to be reassuring," I say instead, narrowing my eyes.

"Hey. I'm just being realistic," he laughs. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do I get to send my parents your info?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because the picture on my license is fucking awful."

"I doubt that."

I place his wallet in the console between us, then cross my arms, indicating that the conversation is over. There's no way in hell I'm showing him my ID.

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There will be one more update later tonight.

Kim read. And she laughed. So I didn't delete it. Thanks, sruP!