Nora's hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles are white. "Somethin' wrong?"
"Why the fuck did it have to be Tino?" "'xcuse me?" "Out of all the people you could like, why him?"
I stare at her blankly. "W-Why are ya gettin' so mad?"
"Because he's an ass!"
"He doesn't seem like an ass-"
"Because he was trying to make a good impression!"
"Well, how do you know?"
"Because we're related, damn!"
I go quiet. "R... Related..?"
"Yes, we're cousins!"
"Why's it matter..?"
"Why should he get to have you?! He's an ass! Why not me?!"
My face turns pink and I understand. "Nora, I-"
"No, just shut up! Okay?!" I can hear the tears in her voice.
I nod and move a little closer to the window, hiding my face from her. Because now I'm crying too.
The rest of the car ride is quiet. Pure silence. No one says another word the whole time. We don't even stop to eat again.
As soon as she pulls up to my apartment complex, she sighs. "Look, I.. I'm sorry."
I grab my bag and step out of the car, too embarrassed to look at her still.
"Birgit!"
I don't turn around.
"Birgit!"
She follows me to the front door of the building and pins me to the wall.
"Fucking look at me!"
I do finally look up at her, tears running down my cheeks. "What."
"I said I'm fucking sorry!"
I squirm in her grip and try to break free.
"No, look at me!" She turns me to face her. She's breathing heavily, she's so angry.
Her lips crash against mine and my eyes widen. She forces my mouth open and gives me a heated French kiss. She tastes like Brennivin. She must have snuck some in to the concert.
She finally pulls away and I choke on her alcoholic taste. "Why don't you love me. I do everything for you and you just hate me. I hate you. I hate you." She collapses to her knees and hugs my waist, sobbing.
"I love you so much-! And I- You won't- not me!" "Nora."
I grab her by the shoulders. "Get up, let's go. Now."
She shoves me off and runs to her car. "Fuck you." She gets in her car and slams the door.
"What about yer stuff?!"
She stares at me through the windshield, tears dripping down her face, and gives me an obscene hand gesture.
"Fine." I turn on my heel and spit on the ground, trying to get her bitter flavor out of my mouth.
It's going to be a lonely night.