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Craig
I don't understand why Jake is angry at me. I'm just helping him to find the right road, to be in the West Lynch as quickly as possible. But he everything takes like a frontal attack from my side. Like I don't have better things to do, only pissing him off.
'Jake, why you didn't turn left on the crossing?'
'I'm not going to take shortcuts, if I don't know the neighbourhood. It'll be the most crazy thing which I do today.' He replies and I can see in the car mirror grimace on his face. I'm only helping!
'It was straight, rural road. We won't get lose there.' I argue. I watched this bloody map million times and I know how to get to West Lynch using shortcuts. And telling that it's crazy idea, cause I'll never before been here, it's very bad excuse.
'It's me who has a steering wheel in hands, so if you want to spend holiday in West Lynch, better shut up.' I open my mouth in shock. I'm trying to help him and he in gratitude barking at me. If he isn't be my brother, I'll say he's a jerk...I don't believe he said this to me!
'It was a good road, Jake.'
'You always can drive, Craig! I'm only doing you a favour.' He says drily and looks briefly at John Paul who is hanging on the mobile phone and talking, judging by the number of you are cow and just look to the internet and check, with Michaela. For once he can stand on my side!
'You have to talk with her so long?' I ask him irate.
'You have to whine for the all trip?' I give Jake heavy glare, slowly losing the remains of patience.
'John Paul!' I close my mouth immediately when he finally turns to me with dangerous glint in the eye. I knew I'll have serious troubles for this, but like always I couldn't shut my mouth and I said what it was uncesserally...I'm arguing with Jake since I remember, so I could deal with him alone. Yea, without disturbing McQueen's peace.
'If you want to drive for Michaela, I can hang out in a minute.' I growl with frustration, knowing that probably will end. Why everything is so hard for her? She's not a small girl anymore!
'Don't tell me she still doesn't know which bus is coming to West Lynch?'
'I'm afraid the problem is bigger.' He mumbles in response and rolls his eyes, when Michaela again speaks out in mobile phone.
'So maybe she won't come there?' I ask with hope, which quickly blurs out when I notice his harsh look.
'She's coming, Craig.' He says firmly before he turns toward windscreen and yells to the phone, cause Michaela like always has to said something stupid. 'Jake, can we stop on the nearest petrol station?'
'Course.'
'We really have to? We had one break in the last hour.' I whine, don't understand what he wants from the petrol station. Is Michaela waiting there for us? Please God, don't let her waiting on the petrol station for us!
'Yes, we have to Craig.' He says unfriendly to me and hangs out. 'I'm hungry.'
'So why you didn't make sandwiches? It was obvious you'll be hungry after two hours of ride. You're McQueen in the end.'
'What's that suppose to mean?' He turns again to me, giving evil glare. 'If you're so wise why you didn't make sandwiches, eh? You were ordering me and Jake for all morning.' Again the same!
'I didn't order you! I just giving you good advices.' I argue. 'Oy, what's so funny Jake?' I ask him angrily as I hear his laugh.
'You.' He replies with a laugh. 'You're turning things out so good, that it looks like you're the biggest sufferer in the whole world and we're the bastards whose doing everything to wearies your life.'
'Because you're doing this!' They're still saying me to be shut up or arguing with me about some stupid things, instead of focus on the road, if we want to be in fucking West Lynch this year!
'I see petrol station, Jake.' John Paul announces, doesn't look at me. Fine. If you want to avoid me, I don't see any problem. I guess it'll be the best for everybody.
'Craig, you want something too?' Jake asks me when he stops the car. 'Maybe lemon balm for your nerves?' If he's trying to be funny, he didn't reach it.
'I need a walk.' I reply drily and get out from the car as I notice their stupid grins in the car mirror. Yea, thanks a lot! I always knew I can count on you two...Bastards.
John Paul
Craig is looking so hot with red cheeks, breathing heavily, and with this sexy glints in eyes, when he's angry. I may still fight with him today...if Jake isn't be with us. Sex isn't look like a good option now, I guess. Especially if your boyfriend's brother is a big homophobe with a large mass of muscles...I know he's trying his best to accept me, but I noticing how still uncomfortable he's feeling when me and Craig kissing in front of him or talking about things...which your older brother definitely shouldn't hear.
'Where he has gone?' Jake asks me as he joins me and buys for himself a coke. I turn without interest toward window and roll my eyes as I notice dark figure standing lonely on the side of road, with hands in pockets. It looks like our Prince Charming is really angry at us.
'He's staying over there.' I reply and take my sandwich for the counter.
'He's trying to catch hitch-hiking?' I can't stop myself from the grin when Jake giggles.
'Nobody will wants him, with his humours.' I say and shake my head when Craig kicks a stone and starting behaving like a small offended for the all world kid...He's irate me, but I need to admit that somehow I love this big kid in him. Especially when he's excited about something or when he's playing with Tom. He looks then so sweet...I'm lucky that I have him.
'Maybe you'll buy something to eat in advance, and I just go to the toilet for moment?' Jake suggests and gives me some money.
'I think it's a good idea, otherwise Craig will be have humours for all ride.' I sigh and go toward nearest shelves when in the same time Jake makes his way to the toilet.
Craig
I know it's still a long way to West Lynch, but he really didn't has to buy all food from the station. Is he going to feed all West Lynch? I run hands over my face when to John Paul joins Jake, carrying in hands two packs of cans...Maybe we changed our minds and decided to go somewhere else, like on the other side of England? Definetely I shouldn't leave them two alone.
'We really need so much food, John Paul?'
'We won't have to searching for a shop in West Lynch.' He replies, proudly of himself. 'Everything what we need is here.' He points at few carrier-bags fuelled with sandwiches, salads and chocolates...Oh yes, we won't die of starvation.
'Believe me, John Paul. We'll searching for the shop on the next morning, seeing what you bought here.'
'Don't be so pessimist.'
'How not to be if I'm seeing what my boyfriend bought for us. I'm not bloody rabbit, John Paul!' Everything looks like he bought it in the health food shop. I wonder if at least in one sandwich will be something like ham.
'It's only for a trip, Craig.' Jake whispers to my ear as he lands two packs on the rear cargo area. For the trip... you don't know John Paul that good like me. Believe me after this holiday you won't touch sandwiches and salad to the rest of your life!
'You're so naive.' I say to him, shaking my head.
'At least I'm not whining like you.' He says with a grin and ran toward seats.
'Oy, I'm not whining, okay?!' I yell out raged after him, but he ignores me with premeditation pretending that he is checking something on his mobile phone. Fine. I won't speak up to you two, today! And we see who will complain then. You'll be begging me to speak up, I know it.
'Craig what are you doing? I ask you about something.' I turn surprised toward John Paul who stands behind my back and looking at me questioningly. I smile sheepishly, don't have any clue about what he was asking me. 'So?'
'Nothing.' I shrug and walk toward my seat.
'And that's it?' He asks and I can notice pretention in his voice. 'Without any revolutions shouts and whining?' I can say he's surprised and in some way amused. Like if I have whining and fighting with him every day.
'I'm not talking with you two.' I reply firmly, with a tone which points that I'm offended at them both...I don't know why the hell he's laughing?
'Okay...It looks like we'll have a good fun.' He giggles and get in to the car before I have a chance to hit him on the head for his arrogance. Sometimes he's irate me as hell!
'Come on, Silent Bob! We're waiting only for you.' And now tell me, how to not hate your own brother, eh?