Rain slashed the windows and pounded on the hood, and darkness settled around us. I couldn't see in front of me, where Hansen was, walking alone and getting soaked. Next to me, Charlotte shook her head.

“Go get him,” she said. “Please, Parker.”

“He won't want to come back,” I replied. “But I can't even see in front of us. This rain came out of nowhere.” I rolled down the window, not caring that I was getting drenched, and shouted, “Perry! Perry, you asshole, come back!”

“Oh, that's nice,” Charlotte commented. "You know he left because of you, right?

I closed the window, slammed on the brakes, and even though the car was barely moving, it was enough to jar Charlie out of her seat. She glared at me, but I didn't care.

“Me? Me? I'm not the one who blurted out that we slept together.”

“It wasn't–”

“It doesn't matter, because to Hansen, we might as well have been together while the two of you were.”

I glared out the windshield, where I could just see a shape caught by the headlights. He stopped, turned, and flipped me off. Then, to make matters worse, the car sputtered and coughed, stopping completely. Blackness swallowed Hansen's trembling form.

“Fuck!” I shouted. “What are we going to do?”

Charlotte jumped slightly at my tone, then pulled out her phone. Before I could ask what she was doing, she said angrily, “I swear if you don't get the fuck back in the car, Perry, we're going to leave you here.”

“Good job,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You do realize that if by some miracle we get him to come back that he's going to notice we don't have any gas?”

“And whose fault is that?” she asked.

“Yours,” I answered simply. “If you hadn't distracted me back there...”

“Oh, yeah, because that was all my fault. You were responsible for the car and making sure the tank was filled. But instead you were thinking with your dick, like usual.”

I laughed. “Oh, get over yourself. You knew things were over between us, just like it was over between you and Perry. You made that choice, both times, remember? I never meant to hurt him, but maybe you did. But it's done now.”

Charlotte made a disapproving noise and held up her phone so that I could see the screen.


“He needed to hear that,” I told her. “So did you.” I took the phone from her and put it to my ear. All I heard was wind and rain. “Perry, answer me. Look, you need to come back. The car's dead and we need to walk to another gas station.”

I waited a few minutes, but didn't hear anything. Beside me, Charlotte let out a small shriek. “Jesus Christ, he scared the shit out of me.”

Perry was standing at the window, his knuckles brushing the glass, ready to knock again. He didn't look pissed anymore, just wet, cold and miserable. I cracked the window a bit.

“It's over?” he asked.

I nodded.

“And the car's dead?”

Another nod.

He closed his eyes tightly, and grimaced. “That's fucking fabulous. I guess we'll have to walk now.”

When we got out of the car, the rain had settled into a drizzle, but the sky was still gray.

“I don't suppose there's a farmhouse up the road, is there?” he asked, chuckling. “Because that would sure save our freezing asses.”

“That sounds like the start to a horror movie,” Charlotte said, and shivered slightly. "I don't really want to die tonight, Hansen.”

I didn't want either of you to die.

The End

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