Riding Shotgun

Summary: Why does the insane one get to drive?

Note: Sometimes I wonder if I should just lock them away in my mind forever… Gyah, I should never, ever write when I’m tired. Ever. Not ever.

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“This is fucking stupid.”

The shadowed… thing… didn’t talk. Just sat there in the passenger seat of the car.

“So fucking stupid.”

Still silence from the shadows. Jesus Christ she was abnormally quiet today. Usually she had some dark idea drifting out of her mouth. Black hair hung into her white face. She wore dark clothing up to her neck, even leather black gloves to cover those long fingered hands of hers.

Artist’s hands.

It looked like she hadn’t seen the sun in years.

She didn’t even look like she was paying attention for that matter.

The one driving, the brightly colored one, frowned, then swerved the car into the on coming traffic lane, driving straight towards another car. Horns blared and she swerved back just in time to avoid getting hit.

One of these days she was going to find out what it was like. Hmm…

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s fucking stupid?” the brunette asked. Everything was tinted a weird color because of her sun glasses.

The black clothed girl didn’t say anything. Just looked forward with blood red eyes, looking like she was waiting for something.

Pause. Click of the mass amount of chains that were on the gothic-esq girl’s outfit. Scary girl, drastically different from the one driving. The driver was in bright green, not neon, but green, and tan. Brown broke up her pants and shirt, even her knee sigh boots were brown. Never had she seen the other girl wear so much as an ounce of color.

“What’s fucking stupid?” the girl suddenly asked. Her voice was monotonous, blank, rather quiet. Bored even? Maybe.

A drastic contrast to the other one.

“Nothing, never mind, you ruined it.” The colorful one swerved again just to dodge hitting a biker. Whoops.

“How did I ruin it?”

“Because you’re a god damned lame individual whose only good point is your drawing skills!” loud and annoying, this one. “Talk once and a while, don’t be a moron you emo-bitch you.”

“And you’re an obnoxiously loud and annoying fucking moron.” The goth girl bitterly said. Her red eyes shot daggers.

Swerve, swerve. When did this road end? People didn’t seem to understand that the driver at the wheel was insane. A pointy eared, brown haired freak with red sunglasses.

Why does the insane one get to drive?