“Did the people who designed these roads ever see a car before? How the fuck am I supposed to-“Mathias, apparently, had discovered the wonders of their road. It was threadlike, winding, and somewhere between incompetency and a sick joke.
“You can just let me out here.” As humorous as it was to watch Mathias try not to massacre any of the pricey sports cars littering the streets, Lukas wasn’t in the mood for schadenfreude that day. Not during the few blissful hours of solitude an empty house granted him. God, he could do whatever he wanted now.
“Tell me about it.”
“About what?”
“Stavanger. It’s a bit up north, huh? Damn cold, Norway is. I forgot my gloves one day and couldn’t even drive, my hands were so numb. Got arrested for it, too. Shoulda gone back to the hotel when I noticed they were gone, but hindsight is a bitch. Like these roads.”
“Why didn’t you go?”
“Because I was drunk the whole time.”
Lukas couldn’t help the little giggle that bubbled out of his chest at that. “You’re so stupid.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t my brightest moment. But you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”
“I don’t think so. And I thought you said that you felt more relaxed in Norway.”
There it was again, that clench of his hand on the steering wheel. Did he think Lukas didn’t notice? Mathias turned his face away slightly. “It’s a long story. But you didn’t answer my question. How was Stavanger?”
“It was….” Beautiful? Nice? The only place I’ll ever see as home, not this stupid set-piece in this imitation of my life? Choices, choices. Lukas ultimately chose “it was where I lived before my mom met your dad.” He said the last bit in an accusatory tone, even though he knew Mathias could hardly be held accountable for his father’s actions. He’d even go so far as to say that Mathias wasn’t thrilled with their new family situation either.
Minor details like these never stopped Lukas. But all Mathias did was click his tongue and mumble “I know.”
Silence permeated the little car, a sort of comfortable silence that Mathias didn’t feel inclined to destroy with stupid jokes or random observations. However, when they finally pulled up to the house (number 21, with the orchids), Lukas couldn’t get out of the shitmobile faster.
“Uh, thanks.” He muttered, almost drowned out by the sounds of the war between raindrops and pavement. Mathias’ “anytime, kid!” couldn’t be drowned out by the Earth crashing into the sun. Fancy that contrast.
“Oh, hey!”
What now? Lukas would really prefer not to be soaked through to the bone.
“What?”
Mathias drummed his fingers on the dash and leaned back in the seat a bit, his leisurely movement only emphasizing the fact that whilst Lukas was being consumed by a Biblical shower, Mathias was nice and toasty in his rusty little metal can on wheels.
“Will you get on with it before my skin washes off?”
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Re: Untitled, Part 3/? E
(Anonymous) 2012-01-28 01:20 am (UTC)(link)“You can just let me out here.” As humorous as it was to watch Mathias try not to massacre any of the pricey sports cars littering the streets, Lukas wasn’t in the mood for schadenfreude that day. Not during the few blissful hours of solitude an empty house granted him. God, he could do whatever he wanted now.
“Tell me about it.”
“About what?”
“Stavanger. It’s a bit up north, huh? Damn cold, Norway is. I forgot my gloves one day and couldn’t even drive, my hands were so numb. Got arrested for it, too. Shoulda gone back to the hotel when I noticed they were gone, but hindsight is a bitch. Like these roads.”
“Why didn’t you go?”
“Because I was drunk the whole time.”
Lukas couldn’t help the little giggle that bubbled out of his chest at that. “You’re so stupid.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t my brightest moment. But you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”
“I don’t think so. And I thought you said that you felt more relaxed in Norway.”
There it was again, that clench of his hand on the steering wheel. Did he think Lukas didn’t notice? Mathias turned his face away slightly. “It’s a long story. But you didn’t answer my question.
How was Stavanger?”
“It was….” Beautiful? Nice? The only place I’ll ever see as home, not this stupid set-piece in this imitation of my life? Choices, choices. Lukas ultimately chose “it was where I lived before my mom met your dad.” He said the last bit in an accusatory tone, even though he knew Mathias could hardly be held accountable for his father’s actions. He’d even go so far as to say that Mathias wasn’t thrilled with their new family situation either.
Minor details like these never stopped Lukas. But all Mathias did was click his tongue and mumble “I know.”
Silence permeated the little car, a sort of comfortable silence that Mathias didn’t feel inclined to destroy with stupid jokes or random observations. However, when they finally pulled up to the house (number 21, with the orchids), Lukas couldn’t get out of the shitmobile faster.
“Uh, thanks.” He muttered, almost drowned out by the sounds of the war between raindrops and pavement. Mathias’ “anytime, kid!” couldn’t be drowned out by the Earth crashing into the sun. Fancy that contrast.
“Oh, hey!”
What now? Lukas would really prefer not to be soaked through to the bone.
“What?”
Mathias drummed his fingers on the dash and leaned back in the seat a bit, his leisurely movement only emphasizing the fact that whilst Lukas was being consumed by a Biblical shower, Mathias was nice and toasty in his rusty little metal can on wheels.
“Will you get on with it before my skin washes off?”