Sunday, 6 March 2011

I have a provisional licence... you have a pink one right?

Looking out over the expansive road in front of them, the one that could go any which way, any direction, take them anywhere; he felt excitement and nervousness (the two often go hand in hand) bubble through his hot blood.

And that was great and all.
It was.

But he couldn't help his mouth having it's say on the matter.

"So... where are we going?"
"Where is this going? Us. We. Where are we going?"
"Wait... wait just a second..."
"No, I think it's time we addressed this issue."
"No, yeah, I know it's just..."
"So where are we going?"
"That's the thing! I thought you were fucking driving!"
"And you're not?!"