“Sure.” I answered.
After driving for a few more minutes there was an exit sign with a gas station, and a few restaurants listed. I took it, and after a brief argument about where we were going we pulled into a 'Pilot' truck stop. While I topped off the gas, Owen and Morgan went inside to grab sustenance.
I was leaning against the side of the truck, watching the numbers on the gas pump when a man wearing a backwards baseball cap approached me. He was filling his car just on the other side of mine, and he greeted me with a smile.
“What's a pretty girl like you doing traveling all alone?” He asked, in a flirtatious tone.
“What makes you think I'm alone?” I asked, sizing him up. He wasn't bad looking, but I could tell the type of man he was just by looking at him. Cocky, self absorbed... much like Morgan. I smiled to myself, and he mistakenly thought it was meant for him.
“Where are you headed?”
“Timbuktu.” I winked.
He laughed. “Alright, I get it. Any chance I could get your number? Just in case we ever cross paths again?”
The gas pump stopped then, the loud click effectively halting the conversation. I placed the hose back, and screwed the gas cap back on ignoring the question. When I turned around though, I found him standing directly in front of me.
“Ever heard of personal space?” I asked, taking a step back.
“Come on, I thought we were having a nice time.”
My back was to the building, but by the look on the man's face in front of me, someone was fast approaching. It had to have been Owen. Which meant that I could have a little fun with this.
“How about we do exchange numbers.” I said, pulling my cell from my back pocket. “It just so happens, that I'm in the market for a little stress relief. Maybe we can help each other out?”
The man's eyes darted from me, to Owen, and back to me again before smiling awkwardly.
“You know... on second thought, maybe we shouldn't.”
“Why not?” I asked, sticking out my bottom lip. “I thought you were interested?”
“I was. I am. I mean- I'm actually really late for something.”
Before I could say another word the man was hightailing it back to his car, and getting inside. He gave me one final glance before starting it, putting it into gear, and driving away. I turned to lean against the truck then, and that's when the look on Owen's face said everything that I hoped it would.
He was furious. If looks could kill he probably would have killed my random suitor ten times over, and now he was focused on me.
“Did you get some snacks?” I asked innocently.
He walked towards me with purpose, and placed his hands on either side of the truck caging me in.
“I know exactly what you were doing, Unicorn.” He whispered next to my ear. “Just remember... two can play this game.”
Goosebumps covered my skin, and It was all that I could do to keep from trembling. I hid it well though. I had to. I couldn't let him know the full effect he had on me. So I stood a little taller, and gave him a wicked grin.
“We wouldn't have to play any games if you'd just give me what I need.” I whispered back, before giving him a firm shove.
It was then that I noticed Morgan standing in front of the truck, watching us with interest.
“Would the two of you just kiss already?” She asked, before climbing into the passenger seat.
I laughed, before getting into the driver's seat with Owen on my heels. When we were all inside, and our seat belts were on I started the ignition.
“I grabbed your favorite.” Morgan said tossing me a bag of watermelon flavored sour patch.
“What did you grab for me?” Owen asked, sweetly.
She tossed a bag of plain lays potato chips at him, and turned to face him.
“Since you're so salty.” She teased.
He rolled his eyes before opening the bag, and popping a chip into his mouth.
“Joke's on you. These are my favorite.”
“See?” She said, turning back around in her seat. “Salty.”
I laughed, and that's when I felt something hit the back of my head.
“Hey!” I said, as chip after chip started flying past me. “I'm trying to drive!”
Owen laughed, as he continued to assault us with potato chips. They were bouncing off the dash, and getting stuck by the windshield. Morgan turned to return fire with her Cheetos, and soon there was a full on food fight happening. I squinted my eyes, still trying to keep them on the road as I dodged the snack foods. The two of them were dying with laughter now, and I was screaming in between.
“If you two cause an accident, I swear to God-”
Morgan shoved a Cheeto in my mouth, and I nearly choked on it before spitting it onto the floorboard.
“What the hell!” I yelled, as I pulled the truck over onto the side of the expressway.
As I eased onto the shoulder a loud pop made me gasp, and the sound that followed after made me want to cry. The sound of air whooshing out of one of the tires soon filled the cab, and suddenly the fun and games were over.
“Fuck!” I said, slamming the truck into park before opening my door to assess the damage.
Owen, and Morgan soon followed, and when I walked around to the passenger side I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Not one flat tire, but two. Apparently when I pulled over for safety, I ran over a pile of nails. Who the hell leaves a pile of nails on the side of the fucking road? I was fuming. I kicked the loose nails from the road down into the grassy ditch beside it, swearing like a sailor.
Morgan placed her hand on my shoulder, and I turned to face her with anger in my eyes.
“Are you five? Who engages in a food fight
