(Really? Well, let me say kudos to you! I'm also pretty tired of people thinking I'm a dork just cuz I wear glasses)

Electa just about jumped out of her skin as he hit his head. She adjusted her seat forward and started the car.

(No one should take anyone for how they look.First,get to know them and then think over how you personally feel and not be effected by what others feel! I go by that,but then again what do I know. *Shrugs*)

Now it was Vexin's turn to almost jump out of his skin as she started the car,having just fully woken up and head a bit fuzzy still. He looked around and for five seconds wondered why he wasn't on the floor in the apartment.

(You know a lot! Tbh I think you give great advice, ngl. Also, I agree. You shouldn't like someone just because they look good, cuz they're gonna grow old sooner or later.)

For the next day and a half, Electa drove steadily southwest, crossing slowly from state to state at the tortoise speed of sixty-five miles an hour. Her instinct was to go faster, but she ignored it; the last thing they needed was to get pulled over. They stopped at gas stations a few times, to fill up or grab food.

(Huh.Okie.And that's 100% true,we all will get old but we all will still be ourselves inside,whether on the surface or deep down inside.So,might as well love it!)

Vexin was fine with the slower pace,not liking how he'd been thrown around the last car a good bit before. He kept fiddling in weird ways with that rainbow metal band of his.He only used his hands to fix his blond hair and black dyed tips now and then,not needing to really brush/comb it.

(Preach! Agreed, though.)

Eventually, she realized that she was spending way to much time thinking about Vexin. It was midafternoon on the second full day of driving, and they were crossing through the endless length of Tennessee--fully in the south now, where summer was still blazing, rather than the autumn chill of upstate New York. To take her mind of Vexin, Electa switched on the radio and took a gulp of 7-Eleven coffee. She missed having a port for her iPod; all you ever got on the radio down here was classic rock, gospel, or country. She settled for classic rock.

(Ah huh!)

Vexin listened to the classic rock and,though looking out the window with thoughtful teal eyes,tapped a beat on the dash with a hand a bit as he listened. He seemed to be a bit happier with music. He liked music.

She hesitated, glancing over at him. Part of her wanted to say something to him, maybe about his family, but she didn't even know where to begin. Grimacing, she took another swig of coffee. Probably a bad idea, anyway. Just then, the Mustang made a loud clunking noise and started to vibrate. Hastily shoving her coffee in the drink holder, Electa peered down at the dashboard. None of the warning lights came on, but then with alarming speed, the vibration got worse, the car jolting back and forth.

Vexin yelped and pulled his arms close,eyes wide. His left hand immediately grabbed onto the metal band on his right wrist. Comfort object.

"Oh, you ancient piece of crap," she muttered. She tried slowing and shifting down a gear. It didn't help any; all it did was add a knocking noise to go along with the clunking. Suddenly, the car lurched, slamming forward. Electa pulled over to the shoulder as the car groaned and shuddered; she just made it before the rear wheels locked up, bringing them to a halt.

He was frozen in his seat,arms close and by his chest and legs pulled together tightly. He looked stiff as heck,he didn't really relax at all as they stopped. He was a little pale.Er...pale-er.