Hitchin' A Ride, chapter 1
*Kimberly's POV*
"Goddammit, it's fuckin hot!" I whined for about the 20th time. I could almost hear</> Em roll her eyes when she heaved a giant frustrated sigh.
"Well gee Kim, I didn't know that! After all, you've only been saying that for the past TEN FUCKING MILES!" On a normal day, I would have at least [i]thought about backing off when 'Sweet Little Emily' started using the 'F-word', but right now, I was way too hot, way too thirsty, and way too tired to give a shit.
"Whoa, look who's trying to be tough all of a sudden!?! You weren't too thrilled at the fact that we'd have to walk all the way back to Window Rock! As a matter of fact, you were supposed to be paying attention, and YOU FELL ASLEEP!" She looked down once I said this, and despite my earlier feelings about the situation, I immediately felt bad. I mean, here we were, walking 26 MILES back to our brother's house on her 18th birthday, and I'm blaming her! Actually, I was supposed to be the one watching out, but let's face it, I get sleepy easily. I was wide awake though, when I realized we were almost in Yatahey, New Mexico. I felt dumb.
We walked in silence for a while until I nudged her arm. "Em?" I didn't wait for a reply as I continued. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blamed you. If anything, it's my fault we're out here." I continued to rant about how I was the worst big sister anyone could possibly have, and I didn't get so much as a nod on her part. When she still didn't say anything, I decided to try a different approach.
"Hey," I said as I nudged her elbow in a joking way. "Or we could always blame that damn bus driver with the stupid-looking moustache!" Relief spread through me as I saw her smile. "Yeah, she was a bitch, wasn't she?" She met my gaze and we both started laughing.
We kept our conversation going to pass the time, until we ran out of random things to talk or joke about, and this was no time to get into deep conversations. It's weird how the both of us are like that: one minute we're about to rip each other's heads off, then the next we're laughing and joking like it never happened.
Eventually we had nothing else to do, so Emily pulled out her CD player. I swear to God, she carries that thing around so much, you'd think it was attached to her. Not that I minded sometimes though, because it came in handy during our walks around the neighborhood.
Considering our present situation, I silently thanked the Adeline Street clothing makers for putting big pockets on their sweaters, because Emily could comfortably store a CD player, her small notebook, and her pen in the left pocket, while a can of pepper-spray and a water bottle rested safely in the other.
We were both having fun, all things considered, while listening to the songs and changing our walking pace to match the tempos. We experimented by listening to every single Green Day CD during our walks, and found that American Idiot was the best 'exercise music." It took our minds off of whatever and made the time fly.
"Goddammit, it's fuckin hot!" I whined for about the 20th time. I could almost hear</> Em roll her eyes when she heaved a giant frustrated sigh.
"Well gee Kim, I didn't know that! After all, you've only been saying that for the past TEN FUCKING MILES!" On a normal day, I would have at least [i]thought about backing off when 'Sweet Little Emily' started using the 'F-word', but right now, I was way too hot, way too thirsty, and way too tired to give a shit.
"Whoa, look who's trying to be tough all of a sudden!?! You weren't too thrilled at the fact that we'd have to walk all the way back to Window Rock! As a matter of fact, you were supposed to be paying attention, and YOU FELL ASLEEP!" She looked down once I said this, and despite my earlier feelings about the situation, I immediately felt bad. I mean, here we were, walking 26 MILES back to our brother's house on her 18th birthday, and I'm blaming her! Actually, I was supposed to be the one watching out, but let's face it, I get sleepy easily. I was wide awake though, when I realized we were almost in Yatahey, New Mexico. I felt dumb.
We walked in silence for a while until I nudged her arm. "Em?" I didn't wait for a reply as I continued. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blamed you. If anything, it's my fault we're out here." I continued to rant about how I was the worst big sister anyone could possibly have, and I didn't get so much as a nod on her part. When she still didn't say anything, I decided to try a different approach.
"Hey," I said as I nudged her elbow in a joking way. "Or we could always blame that damn bus driver with the stupid-looking moustache!" Relief spread through me as I saw her smile. "Yeah, she was a bitch, wasn't she?" She met my gaze and we both started laughing.
We kept our conversation going to pass the time, until we ran out of random things to talk or joke about, and this was no time to get into deep conversations. It's weird how the both of us are like that: one minute we're about to rip each other's heads off, then the next we're laughing and joking like it never happened.
Eventually we had nothing else to do, so Emily pulled out her CD player. I swear to God, she carries that thing around so much, you'd think it was attached to her. Not that I minded sometimes though, because it came in handy during our walks around the neighborhood.
Considering our present situation, I silently thanked the Adeline Street clothing makers for putting big pockets on their sweaters, because Emily could comfortably store a CD player, her small notebook, and her pen in the left pocket, while a can of pepper-spray and a water bottle rested safely in the other.
We were both having fun, all things considered, while listening to the songs and changing our walking pace to match the tempos. We experimented by listening to every single Green Day CD during our walks, and found that American Idiot was the best 'exercise music." It took our minds off of whatever and made the time fly.
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