Song: "Caring Is Creepy" The Shins

Story: Guardian Angel: The Return

Characters: Luna

Listen to this song while reading. You can find it on playlist . com or you tube. To be read as a fanfic of Guardian Angel The Return.

I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, this colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.

Luna hummed and tapped her steering wheel haphazardly, tossing her head back and forth slightly out of rhythm with the beat. This was her favorite life-theme song, at the moment. Her jeep was old, junky, and painted strange colors. A green bobble-head troll was superglued to her dash.

lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Underneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

She was a terrible driver and she took every opportunity to give the people she shared the road with the finger or an explicit sentence. If Mr. Gibson hadn't already gotten on her case about it, she would also have been seen brandishing her weapons if things got really heated. Those stupid Gibsons. He and his daughter: like father, like daughter.

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped
And all the whole mess of roads we're now on.

She had to get out of that crazy joint. The only reason she hadn't left yet was that she wanted to take Nick with her. He had gotten brainwashed, just like the rest of them. They had all let The Man get to them. But not her. Why was everybody such an idiot?

Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

Luna swerved back to her side of the road as a car approached from the opposite direction. As it passed, she leaned out the window and screamed while waving her finger.

This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending

After it had gone by, she froze. That car had looked awfully familiar… Was that…no, it couldn't be… Nick? Panicking, she pushed some buttons on her dash. The tracker for Nick's car showed him as a blinking red dot on the road, having just passed her. She let out a stream of expletives.

All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.

This was all Gibson's fault! If she hadn't insisted on walking back from that job (though at the time, it had thrilled Luna) Nick wouldn't be headed that way to pick her up. She had to stop things. Luna slammed on her brakes and then turned the car around, driving off the rode to make the turn.

Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

As the jeep pulled back onto the road without the driver looking in the rearview mirror to check for oncoming traffic, a truck slammed into the back of her jeep. Panicking, she yanked the wheel back and forth, sending the car spinning across the rode, rolling over a ditch, and plunging into the lake below.

This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending

The driver of the truck had slammed on his brakes and leapt out of his vehicle. He ran to the edge of the road, squinting after her disappeared car. With difficulty, he climbed down into the ditch as fast as he could and got to the edge of the lake. The car had already gone under, and he didn't see the girl anywhere.

All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.