Owey, that hurt.
I slowly came to and found myself sitting (strapped in, THANK GOD!) in the front seat of Spikes car.
"Good to see you up, pet."
I looked over at Spike with a frown, but said nothing.
"What's the matter, luv? Vampire got your tongue?"
I just raised my eyebrow, then with a huff I crossed my arms and looked out the side window-well I tried to look out the window, but they had all been cover in black paint. No wonder he always ran over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign.
"You can't be silent forever, I really want to hear you speak, pet. I like you babbles, one of the reasons I chose you."
I turned and opened my mouth to ask about what he was talking about choosing me-when I remembered deciding not to talk to him. So I just turned back to black painted window.
"Almost got you to speak there, pet. But, don't worry, before this trip is even halfway over I will have you talking up a storm, again. You backpack is in the backseat if there is anything in there you want, you can get it when we stop."
I just remained silent. After, awhile we pulled into a gas station.
"Do you want something from inside, pet?"
I nodded my head. Spike came over to my side of the car, opened the door, grabbed my hand, and gently yanked me out of the Desoto.
"What do you want, pet? Get what ever you want, just take me where you want to go."
I pulled Spike all over the gas station, getting drinks, snacks, pencils, pens, sketching paper, writing paper, a clipboard, some books, a cooler with some ice and some toiletries. I got my ipod from my backpack in the backseat before we hit the road again. When we where settled in the car again, I pulled out my ipod and one of the books I had gotten and settled in for a long ride, still determined not to talk to Spike.