The girls spend the night at a run down motel. Little Rock wants to earn Wichita's trust. Tell me what you think!

Little Rock POV

Wichita woke me up out of a sound sleep. Still dark out, almost 2AM. We were in the parking lot of a run down looking motel. I rubbed my eyes, "Uh...what's happening?"

"I know it's not the Holiday Inn but it's better than waking up with a kink in the neck. How much money do you have?"

I really didn't have that much money, all I had was maybe $50 back at the house in a piggy bank. Wichita sighed, she was clearly tired and still pissed off. I told her I'd help pay for breakfast. I was still curious about what she picked up at the farm, it obviously wasn't a dozen eggs that's for sure.

I knew she thought of me as a pest but I thought I could change her opinion of me. I only had the clothes I had on, no toothbrush or anything for an overnight stay. We walked into the entrance for check in, it didn't look like there was anyone staying but us.

"Good evening" the guy at the counter said to us; he looked like an albino Crispin Glover. "A room for the night?"

Wichita looked about as creeped out as me; the guy couldn't look any less like a serial killer. "Yeah." She said. She stood close to me as if she was ready to grab me and make an escape if he tried anything.

"You're in luck. I have 2 beds. Colour Tv. No wifi unfortunately. Breakfast included though." His voice, it was so odd like he was hiding something from us.

"Yeah, sure great it's just..."

"No money?" He sneered.

"Um..." Wichita stalled, "Not much but I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." She leaned forward; this strange look on her face. Was she saying she would have sex with him? I watched, fearful of what she might propose.

He was pleased to hear this, "What did you have in mind?"

She acted like a dumb blonde, very flighty and laughing. "Well...I could rock your world. Let's put it that way."

He was very pleased by this, showing his yellow teeth as he laughed nervously; I wondered if she made this offer often. "Well, Miss..."

"Wichita."

"Wichita...I don't normally do this," he began to unbutton his shirt but thankfully she stopped him.

"Not just yet. I need my beauty rest first," she laughed. "But I can give you a taste." Everything she said sounded so suggestive. To my surprise she lifted her shirt, I didn't stare I turned my head right away assuming she had a bra on. The guy looked impressed. I didn't think Wichita really had big boobs but I guess maybe just a quick flash was enough for this weirdo. To my shock she lifted up my shirt too!

"Wichita!"

"Sh!"

She made me stand there holding my shirt up, both of us forcing smiles at the guy. Wichita had this exaggerated grin stretched out and laughed over at me, no doubt mocking me. The guy looked overwhelmed. "Nice fun bags!" It looked like he was having a stroke. I felt weird, I had never shown my boobs to anyone. I was just glad he didn't ask us to take our bras off then things would get embarrassing real quick. He continued saying stuff like 'Watermelons' and 'Huge knockers'.

We couldn't have gotten the key fast enough. She gave him a wink and s smile before taking my arm. She pushed me out of the office and over to our room. Number 5. A brown stained ceiling from water damage, old TV with rabbit ears, shah carpeting and 2 beds. Wichita took a chair and propped it against the door.

"I'm not taking any chances with that creep."

I fell back onto one of the beds, spreading my body out in snow angel making position. "You're not really going to sleep with that guy, right?"

"Fuck no!" She said sitting at the end of her bed. She saw how happy I was and quickly dined that moment, "But you will."

"What?"

"I'm messing with you," she smirked; why was my unhappiness making her happy? "I wouldn't sleep under the covers."

"Why?"

"Do I seriously need to explain it to you?" She looked around the room, pointing out stains I hadn't noticed when first entering. She was rooting through a bag of hers, likely the drugs she bought.

"Why do some guys have to be like that? Naming our boobs? I think he called yours Watermelons."

She rolled her eyes at me. Perhaps I struck a cord, maybe she had past experience with cat calls. "Yeah. Sometimes it's funny, never flattering."

"So, no offense but how do you make money?" I knew I was being a pest but I needed to know, "The oldest profession."

I heard this before but never knew exactly what it meant. "You're a stripper?"

She had to laugh. "No. I get people to give their money. P.s. The oldest profession is normally associated with prostitution. Which I am not."

I lied there laughing with her, I stayed quiet for a moment. "So people just give you money?"

"Well no, I have to persuade them."

"So, you're a thief?"

She lied back on her bed, mimicking my position. "No. Not exactly..."

"Oh, so you're a con woman!"

She turned to me and said, "How about we play the quiet game?"

"Do you have a lot of money?...I guess not..." I said as I looked around the room some more.

"Do you not know how to play the quiet game?" She frowned.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She just stared at me blankly without another word, those fierce beautiful eyes did all the talking and they wanted me to shut the hell up. I did finally drift back to sleep but I woke up shivering. Wichita must have came to my aid, she held me close to her. My back to her stomach, I could feel her warming me as she put her arms around my stomach. I guess this is what you call spooning. Her warm breath tickled my neck. I could hear her talking in her sleep, too incoherent to make her out. I finally felt just about ready to go back to sleep.

OUCH

Did she just squeeze one of my boobs? Damn she had a tight grip! Those aren't pillows! She had to find new ways of tormenting me I guess. I just wanted things to be like they used to be. Before all the drama. We were like...well, sisters.

I had a dream. A memory from when we were just getting to know each other. I was 12 and she was 17. I had pigtails and she had braces; she didn't have the make up she had today. She knew I was shy and didn't want anything to be weird between us.

"Want to see something cool?" She asked me while I at on the backyard swing. I followed her into the kitchen and took out a 2 litre bottle of coke and pack of mentos. We went back to the backyard where she showed me what happened when she added mentos to the coke, I remember never seeing that before and actually being shocked. I took hold of the bottle but accidently sprayed her in the face. She pretended to be angry and ran back into the house. She came back with another bottle of coke and sprayed me. It was all out war. Both of us was kind of a dork then, I'm not exactly sure what changed.

"Where have you been?"

I came back to the room, "Just getting some air."

She grabbed her stuff in a hurry, "Come on, we're leaving." She first poked her head out to see if the owner or anyone else was lurking around. She gave the all clear and we were out of there; we didn't even see sign of him when they were pulling out of the parking lot. She seemed distant, way too quiet, more than 10 minutes; she was so mysterious and kind of badass.

"So where are we going now?" She kept her eyes on the road; I really wish she'd let me in.

"Next town. Then I'm dropping you off for a bus or you can call home", she said bluntly.

"What?"

"Look, I'm not your babysitter, ok?"

I knew I wasn't as strong as her, I was still just a weak girl so I would just drag her down. "Fine!" I replied. "I guess I'll have to spend my money elsewhere."

She turned my way fast, "What money?" I grabbed a garbage bag I kept under my seat and showed her the mess of green bills I had in there. Her face lit up, likely the happiest she's been in years. "But where did you..."

"I took it out of his cash register this morning, the door was unlocked and the till was left open."

"Ok...awesome...but now we're fugitives."

"Huh?"

"Well, you are. Not me."

"But I just did what I thought you would do."

"I don't just grab money out of cash registers!" She acted concerned but quickly had a fit of laughter, "I guess I underestimated you. You always seemed to be the good girl. I was always bad."

"Not always" I muttered quietly.

"Well, I guess it's only right to keep you around."

This made me excited, "We'd be like Bonnie and Clyde!"

Wichita laughed, "Uh, they were lovers."

I laughed, feeling embarrassed, "Oh."

"I was thinking more Thelma and Louise."

Just when it seemed like things were going well everything came to a halt. Neither of us had our eyes on the road but something up ahead caught the corner of my eye. It was big whatever it was and Wichita wasn't seeing it so I needed to alert her fast. "LOOK OUT!"

To be continued...