“oh, really? cause i got to sixty - three and took a break.” teasing laughter followed laura’s words, simultaneous with the raising of her hand, the ghost of a caress against a ( perfectly, might she add ) speckled jaw. another laugh, this bout derived by his attempted denial of her claim. “mm - hm.” it was the only response he would receive, because as long as her memory served her correctly, she was about to be vindicated.
“whatever you say, max.” five, four, three… bingo bongo. “listen, even voyagers used stars to navigate the ocean. no one expects you to traverse these creep - ass backroads with no help. that’s how you run out of gas and get kidnapped.” laura did her best to contain the amusement on her face at the sound of her boyfriend’s reaction to what she’d known for twenty - five minutes now. “map it is. good call, babe.” she turned enough in her seat to rifle through the bag behind them, producing and unfolding the comically large paper across her lap. “…shit. i don’t think they planned on us getting lost on our way to this place either.” a defeated sigh, then, as the blonde dropped her hands to the creased paper. “hackett’s quarry is nowhere to be found.”
❝ maybe i’m kidnapping you right now, actually. ❞ shot back,
glancing to her as she reaches back for the map. ( like, what,
max ? she was going to fall into the backseat ? with a seatbelt
on ? ) gaze shifts back to the road, an entertained grin still worn
on freckled features. maybe a lifetime ago ... max brinly would’ve
been upset to have ‘ failed ’. ( it still stings a little, trust me. ) but
laura, with her wit & undying need to be correct, would never truly
belittle him. tease & taunt was fine, knowing her heart was in the
right place. never a moment to pass where max doesn’t feel LUCKY.
the warm moment he’s relishing in is short lived. both by her announcement
that hackett’s quarry isn’t a road marker ... & by his gnawing guilt. all
this trust, respect, & love for laura - & he can’t even be honest with her.
max bites his tongue, stifling a sigh at himself. ❝ guess those other
camp consolers are half GPS. or half god ... this was kind of impossible,
hun, to be honest. ❞ maybe if he’d asked for a map when there was
daylight ... hmmm ... ❝ here, let me - ❞ a squint, once again drawing
his eyes from the desolate road to sneak a peek at the map.
a dark flash trumps the greyness of the road, causing a sharp attention
return to the street before them. too late, there’s something. without
thought, max sharply tears the wheel right, trying to avoid whatever had
popped out from the bordering woods, sending his hunk-a-junk car into
a spin, slamming his front bumper into the rickety fence keeping civilization
& flora apart. ❝ oh shit, oh fuck - ❞ trying to correct any turns, trying to
figure out where his car was headed ... panic swelling in his chest.
when entering a clear, max finally has the ( brilliant ) idea of slamming on
the breaks, just short of totaling the car against a tree. ❝ hadn’t seen
this one yet. ❞ not the time, max.
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