"Oh please, she's knocked out like a light, something about late-night errands, and it goes the same for mama hen there, it's none of her business"

Indeed she was sleeping on the window, eyes shut with on hand on her cheek. Her long hair a mess from it rubbing against the door with some drool gathering at the corner of her mouth, signaling how truly asleep and dead she is to the world, currently.

"Oh you think Corbin and I can't understand the complex nature of your relationships?"

"No, I look at you two as real experts."

Trish replies back. She sometimes had to ponder in the depths of her mind, why would she tell her immature brother? How would he understand, when he never takes anything seriously? Corbin would be a no go too, knowing she'll pry even more insistently than Darry. Then maybe go kick whatever perpetrator there is where the sun doesn't shine. Darry just scoffs, trying to play it off.

" Heh, whatever, whatever I don't care."

Trisha then leans up to tune on the radio only to get crazy rambles, farmer reports, and about a lizard-headed demon. Annoyed with nothing decent is on, Trish gives up and shuts off the radio. Although, it's starting to sound

" Just saying that you should break it off with him, you should at least figure it out what you're going to tell Mom and Dad. They're the ones in love with the guy, or do I need to sick Mama Hen on the guy? Mmmhh? "

There was a silent pause, as Trish decides to just keep searching through different stations. Corbin not stirring at all from the back which Trish hopes would be the case for the rest of the trip.

"You wanted the back way home. That's 10 hours of preachers, farm reports..."

"Can you possibly just shut up and drive, please!"

Trish snaps. Ok, so sister is pissed, what do? Humor, the best way to go about this situation from what Darry knows. Darry then starts to sing, with a teasing smile.

"You broke my heart in two,

Now I can't find the duct tape

to put it together for you,

Come on, girl sing along now"

Darry says to his sister, oblivious to the large truck creeping behind them as he focused on the road ahead, ticking off his sister with every verse of his improvised song.

"When I met you, I thought I would die

I wanted to cry

Didn't know you were evil

or that you would hurt me

Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team guy,

Turns out your a twit and a real-"

HONK HONK!!!

"TAKE COVER GERRY! "

Corbin shouts in utter surprise, practically jumping out of her seat which results in her bumping her head on the ceiling turning her head in the Jenner siblings' view, to a large rusty looking truck that being driven as if it were by a crazy driver.

" What the hell is his problem?!?"

Darry cries out fearfully in his high-pitched voice that, as Corbin pointed out, happens whenever he's scared.

" Just get out of his way Darry!"

Trish demands in a panic, as the trunk honks it's horn again, still not making up its mind as it tries to ram them off the road.

"Mes Couilles Sur ton front!"

Corbin swears frantically.

( ? POV )

The smell of fear, so invigorating and addicting I just can't get enough of it. What's this? Ahhh, this scent is new, though I've only had a faint wisp of it once, I can still recognize it for it still sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Sharp yet sweet, with a smokey tinge to it, but now I hunger for it in a different way from food. Desire is a more appropriate word, maybe even more than my regular hunger.

I may have finally found my mate.

(Now back to the terrified Jenner Siblings and an angry Corbin)

" Let him pass you Darry! Darry what are you doing?"

"Peau de fesses!"

Trish shouts in a panicked frenzy, as Corbin continues to spit out every insult she knows in her motherland's tongue.

"Go around me!"

Darry begs as he frantically signals the driver to move around him, but this driver continues to act like a maniac ready to most likely run them all over, still honking its loud horn.

"Get off the road and let him pass you!"

Trish shouts at Darry from her own panic rising within her. Darry looks behind his shoulder with wide eyes and teeth clenched, contrasting to Corbin's " I'm so done with this" face.

" He's nuts!"

"I know he's nuts, now pull over!"

Trish demands her brother. The truck's tires squeal as the driver once again honks its horn. Darry then once again signals with his hand frantically, hoping the driver could get the message. Yet, he suspects that with those tinted windows, the guy can't see sh*t through them.

" GO around me!"

"Slow down and let him f@#$%ing pass you!"

"Caca Boudin!"

" I'm trying!"

Darry shouts to his sister, as Corbin continues to swear. Finally, the crazy driver passes them, giving them a good look at its vanity license plate that says, BEATINGU.

"Jesus."

Trish exclaims almost breathlessly, her ears pounding from the rush of blood going through her veins.

"Sh*t"

Darry breathes out, his heart still pounding against his ribcage.

" What the hell is his problem?"

Corbin shouts, knowing she wouldn't get any answers but needing to speak her frustrations out anyway.

"My guess,"

Darry then sticks his head out the open side window, and shouts in the wind to the now distant driver,

"INBREEDING!!!"

They watch for a bit as the truck gets smaller and smaller, finally disappearing from view. Corbin just facepalms at Darry's remark, shaking her head. Oh, she loves the knucklehead, but why is he so idiotic? She just knows one day it's going to get him killed.

" Get a load of that nasty old thing. What is that? The vehicle of choice for assholes and f*cking serial killers?"

Darry asks rhetorically, his knuckles going white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

" Everyone ok?"

Corbin asks with concern in her green eyes.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just had the piss scared out of me, but otherwise just fine."

Darry comments which had Corbin having to hold in a smile and chuckle. She then elects to look at forward ahead of them, her eyes glued to where the manic driver went off to. She lets out a huff through her nose as she leans back against the window.  Silence took over for a brief time until Trish is the first to break the silence.

"Yeah, hey you know what I just thought of?"

Darry gives a knowing look as he briefly glances at his sister.

" Kenny and Darla? Trish, they died about a 100 miles from here"

"It's the same highway."

' Poor Kenny and Darla. '

Corbin tells herself as she recalls the news of their prom night. They were just heading home from the night of their lives when apparently their car smashed with the roof ripped open with their bodies nowhere in sight. She could still recall seeing the image of their wrecked car smoldering at the side of the road with glass everywhere. Who could've done that? 

"No no, they never found her head."

Corbin says butting in in the sibling's conversation. Darry nods his head glancing at Corbin.

"They found the car. Didn't find him or her head."

Corbin then takes Trisha's hand into her own.

"Goodness, you're still shaking Trisha."

Corbin gently told Trisha and then hands her a bottle of ice tea as Darry continues.

"You don't think every generation has their cautionary tale, of drinking and driving on prom night?"

Trisha shakes her head no, unscrewing the bottle of ice tea to take a huge swig out of it.

"I always heard it was true. Wheaton Valley High, class of '78."

She takes another gulp of the drink, a dry chuckle coming from her.

"Heh, want to know something?"

Corbin nods and Darry hums to signal that he's listening.

"When I first heard that story... I used to think this was the highway I would die on."

Silence is what filled the car for a brief moment until Corbin comments,

" Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine?"

Corbin replies with a deadpan expression before giving a teasing grin, knowing not to take her pedantic moments to seriously. She just had to make friends with a drama queen, huh?

"I agree, quite the cheery think today, aren't we sis?"

Darry asks rhetorically before giving a small chuckle.

"What? What's Poli-Sci-Guy been doing to you anyway?"

A snarl forms on Corbin's facial features as her blood starts to boil.

" I don't like that guy's vibe, just something up with him."

Corbin retorts, her tone going down an octave as she claws at the back of their seats. Trisha looks back at her friend, raising at her attitude and feeling some annoyance bubbling inside of her. But before she could tell Corbin off, her brother spoke to her once more.

" Beating you? "

Darry says which in turn made Trisha and Corbin turn their heads to him in confusion.

" There was a license plate on the van we just saw, B-E-A-T-N-G-U. So beating you."

Darry cries out in victory.

"That's mine. That's 3 to 5!

"You can't call it now."

Trisha counters, smiling to herself.

"My ass!"

Darry complains. Corbin just lays her head on the back of Trisha's seat.

" Sacre bleu, you guys get over it!" 

Corbin complains exasperated by the bickering about the sibling's game but had a slight grin to her face in amusement. It's so cute to see them acting like little children, showing just how close and annoying they are. Just like with her own sister.

"No cause, You have to call it when you see it."

Trisha explains to Corbin. 

" I was in shock!"

"Does it really matter?"

Darry insists, as Corbin just rolls her eyes and leans back to her seat, unbeknownst to them, she was holding a hand over her mouth to hold in her chuckles at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Tough!"

Trisha argues back.

(Corbin's POV)

The bickering went on for a while as they both exchange insults like middle school children, arguing over the rules of their game. Just like the day, I met them. And now they're arguing over license plates, and still annoying the hell out of me. Good times. Do you know what's not a good time? Getting almost ran over by a crazy driver, in an ol' rust bucket with wheels. The heck does he think he's doing? At least I'm guessing he's a guy from what I can tell; although something about that driver didn't sit right with me. I mean, who puts a cowcatcher on a truck?!?

Not to mention the glass was very tinted; anyone who looked at that thing would've thought that thing came straight from a horror movie. I hope we don't run into that guy again, as much as they can be a pain in the ass at times; I don't wish anything to fall upon Darry and Trisha. My gut's telling me something's going to go wrong, and my gut hasn't failed me yet.

A/N: Don't forget to comment, like, reblog, and whatever else! Stay weird, my fellow humans.

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