Thalia Kennedy is a positive ball of sunshine, she likes dirty jokes and smiling whenever. When she meets a man, the complete opposite of her she immediately takes a liking to him and wants to be the one to teach him how to enjoy the little things i...
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"Stop doing all that Thalia." Heath speaks, holding on to the handle with two fingers.
"Doing what? This?" I step on the breaks again and he snaps his head towards me.
"Please, you're such a drama queen. My driving isn't that bad. I'm better now." I tell him and proceed to drive properly.
Heath still thinks that I'm going to speed and crash us into a tree because dad put that in his head by telling him I ran over a squirrel once. Twice but still.
"Now let me do my thing. You just sit there and look pretty." I glance at him and he seems to have relaxed.
"My little passengers princess." I smile at him before focusing on the road ahead of me.
"You just passed a red light." He grunts and I guess it's possible that I did.
"Didn't look red to me."
"Then you must be fucking colorblind." He tells me but I won't have it.
"Hey, don't use that kind of language in my car." I've been using anything to mention how this is my car. All that hard work of wiping off tables and tips plus savings since high school payed off.
I brought myself a little red car, just for me. It's Just what I wanted. Look at me being independent now.
"Your used car. The damn engine sounds like it's going to give up any second." He continues to insult me and my precious car.
"Just because it was the only car in the shop that I could afford doesn't mean it isn't any less special. You should know that." I let out a sigh.
"I've taught you better than to judge something based on looks." I add.
"Looks is the last thing I'm judging on. I'm judging the way it sounds." He says.
"Don't get smart on me Heath." I'd point my finger at him right now but I'm too busy trying to not let us crash.
He falls silent after a while and the both of us listen to music all the way to my dads house. Apparently dads been doing just fine without me, Ciara moved in with her son which I have to say I'm pretty okay with. They're cool people.
I pulled into the driveway, parked crooked but still, I parked. I grab some of our shopping bags from the car after our quick stop at Target earlier.
"You grab that bag, and don't drop it. The candles are in there." I tell Heath, he does what I say.
I grab two of the shopping bags from the back seat and then start walking towards the door with Heath by my side.
"Can you not walk straight either?" I hear Heath speak but I'm too busy trying to follow the pattern of leaves on the ground to step on.
"I'm stepping on the crunchy leaves. I love doing that." I stare down at the fall leaves everywhere. Hearing the crunch is the satisfying part.
I hear him mutter something under his breath before stopping right at the door and becomes frozen. He looks back at me as if he was waiting for me or something.
