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Thu—"Fuu, cut it the FUCK out."

She shook her head defiantly.

"Why? Because I won't apologize?"

"Yeah, actually. I have to stoop to your level just to get an apology!"

I stared at the road. Maybe if I count to fifteen she'll disappear?

One, two, three, thump.

"SO SORRY." It wasn't a yell as much as a loud, monotone declaration.

"I don't like acting like a kid, but it's the only way to get you two to take me seriously!"

"Paradoxical," Jon said. I'd woken him up, or broken his meditation or whatever, so he was back with us. Awake, sort of.

"I just want to know when we're stopping to eat. And where."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Well, what happened when you asked Morgan?"

"He told me…" she ended with a mumble and a blush.

"I said, 'Soon, if you blow me.'"

Jon looked at the two of us, both overreacting and restrained a smirk.

"Then what happened?"

"She said she'd blow you before she'd blow me. I think it was meant as an insult but I just said, 'Okay, cool. When?"

"And?"

"She got all red and asked again when we were stopping. That girl's a bottomless pit. Her stomach's a black hole. She's fucking hungry all the damn time."

"So, the kicking? She was kicking the back of your seat until you apologized?"

"Yeah."

"Stupid," he said, and slumped back in his seat. "My turn to drive soon."

"Next gas station stop."

Nothing else really happened until we got to the motel of that particular night.

Jon was curled and asleep, or pretending to sleep. Fuu was on a rollaway in the corner.

I sat in th emiddle of my bed, looking at my hands. I couldn't sleep. Not at all. That wasn't just weird it was fucked up. I love sleeping and I do it the way other people pray. Ha, ha, I do it RELIGIOUSLY.

Yeah, sleep deprivation really messes with a good sense of humo—what was that?

There, again. Someone in the parking lot outside our first floor motel room is about to get the shit kicked outta them. Someone female, and scared.

"Jon," is all I have to say. His eyes open and he understands exactly why I'm waking him.

Guns drawn, but not quite brandished, (not got the hang of brandishing, I'm not suve enough) we leave without waking Fuu.

Almost against our door is a hooker, getting smacked on pretty bad. Jon I don't think knew she was a hooker, but me, I knew from the get go.

He dispatched of the guy right quick. I didn't even get t punch him once. I do respect him, though. Not one shot fired.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Thank you. My name is Sh—it's Hana."

"Jon."

I stood on the brink of an abyss. I was there but I wasn't there. I knew what neither of them knew in that stupid second. He was in love with her.