“There will never be anythin’ borin’ about me, or us. I promise you that.” Tristan laughed, shrugging as he reached to adjust the mirror. “I’ll leave you a couple. That’s only fair.” He leaned over and petted the top of her head like a puppy, smirking softly. He knew it wound her up every time he’d mess up her hair, so of course he took an extra second to do just that. “Stop knowin’ me so well. I hate it.”
With that, he started the engine, and set off towards the back streets. Once he was off campus, he hated driving on the main roads, which was something he’d always avoided – though he never really knew why. “The track team is lovely, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve made more decisions in life, an’ I reckon they’re a little too young for me. I need someone at least…” He paused as he pretended to think about it. “Twice my age.”
Lucy gave a smirk at his response. “Well, I’m glad there’s no intention of changing that aspect. I’d be highly disappointed.” She leaned back and crossed her arms, relaxing once they were off major roads. There was an aversion to those since most kidnappings started there and moved elsewhere.
“Just a couple? I demand at least six.” she countered in a playfully haughty voice. She gave a little yelp as he messed up her hair, pouting at him as she reached up to fix the lovely waves. “What’s a best friend for, huh?” she reached over to nudge his shoulder. “You know me pretty damn well, too, y’know.”
“I doubt my dad falls into that category, but points for having good taste.” Lucy replied, glad to have someone who respected her father so publicly around. A bright laugh escaped her. “So what colors should we buy? I’m thinking something that reacts to black light.” she mused, grinning as they drove.
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