The air grew colder as we walked down the long stretch of road. Fog curled along the asphalt, making the view ahead–the darkness–look far more sinister. Somewhere over, a crow let out a cry.

“Oh my God,” Charlotte whispered. “That bird scared me.”

“What doesn't scare you?” Perry asked, his voice edged with annoyance.

It had been an hour since he'd said anything. I know because I kept checking my phone, which didn't have service. It would have been easier if it had – then I could have called someone to get us.

If I knew where we were.

In front of me, the two of them continued to fight. I sighed, shuddering as a chill from the wind crept up my spine. But in the back of my mind, I wasn't sure that was the reason for the reaction.

“I can't see,” Hansen said. Then his voice changed; it grew hard. “Thanks for this, by the way, Parker. You've made what was supposed to be an awesome trip fucking miserable. First, you forget to fill the car with gas so we get stranded on a spooky as shit road, then she tells me something that you should have. You're a great friend, man, really.”

I didn't say anything. What could I say? He was right. If I hadn't been so wrapped up in...well, Charlotte, I could have seen how each of my actions would have effected my friendship with Perry.

I was selfish, a typical guy, and I'd been outed.

“I'm sorry,” I muttered. “I should have been a better friend. I shouldn't have went after her.”

Ahead of me, Perry stopped and turned, his hair tangled. “No,” he told me. “You shouldn't have. That was completely shitty of you. And you.” He rounded on Charlotte so quickly that she flinched. “You could have had anyone. Anyone. Why Parker?”

“He was there,” she said, her words cutting like a knife. She shrugged, her green eyes narrowed. “What other reason was there?”

Hansen stared at her, his lip curled slightly. “Wow, you really are a slut. I thought it was my imagination. I'd heard the rumors about the other guys, but I thought it was all bullshit. Now I know.”

Charlotte looked like he'd slapped her. But she did him one better and actually did hit him, the sound echoing around us. She was trembling as she spoke, and in any other case, I would have comforted her. But not tonight.

“He was the only one after you,” she confessed.

Perry pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at her. “Oh, because that makes it all better. Jesus Christ, Charlotte, just stop talking. Okay? I can't deal with this right now.”

“Easy, Per,” I said. “We made a mistake. But we really need to figure out how the hell to fix the car. It wasn't just the gas that was an issue.”

Perry stopped short so that I walked into him. His shoulders shook, and for a second I thought he was upset. But then I realized, with slight panic, that he was laughing; it was a hard, humorless kind of laugh.

“This really is turning into a great day." Then his voice was serious. “Look, we need to find somewhere to stay.”

“Oh, brilliant observation,” Charlotte muttered. “All there are around us are trees. Where the hell are we going to find a house?”

“There has to be a farmhouse around here,” Perry answered calmly.

Charlotte blew out a breath. “Then lead the way, fearless one.”

We shouldn't have stopped. We should have kept going. Why didn't we keep going?

The End

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