Page 16 of Hypothetical Heart
“Okay, okay!” he shouts, putting his blinker on and making the turn. “You’re so bossy,”
“Well, maybe pay better attention to the directions that are on the screen right in front of you.”
Logan sighs, and Eloise, who’s sitting in the passenger seat, throws her head back against the headrest.
Meanwhile, I’m stuck in the second row, sitting behind Logan, with Genevieve in the middle and Jameson on the other side of her.
A long car ride with Genevieve and Jameson sitting next to me would have been my worst nightmare mere months ago, but seeing them together now, getting along not only as friends, but as a couple, it’s a bit mind-boggling.
Instead of her and Jameson arguing, though, it’s now her and Logan.
“At this light coming up, you’re going to turnleft,” Genevieve emphasizes when Logan reaches a red light.
“Would you just like to drive, Gen?” Logan turns around to ask.
“No,” she replies.
He rolls his eyes. “Then stop backseat driving.”
“I wouldn’t have to backseat drive if you knew how to front seat drive.”
“If you're this much of an authoritarian sitting in the backseat, I can’t even imagine the type of bossiness Jameson has to deal with in bed,” Logan snips, and I hear Luke try to stifle a laugh from where he sits with all the bags in the third row.
“Are you really trying to bring my sex life into this?” Genevieve asks, sounding only partially offended.
Normally, the two would volley back and forth with inappropriate jokes, but Genevieve told me earlier today that she and Jameson haven’t had sex yet, which is likely the reason for her apprehension toward making sex jokes.
“Jameson, I’m praying for you, man.” Logan laughs, and I smack him in the back of the head, making him wince.
Logan has always been one to joke around, telling all sorts of jokes, but he has a bit more lip than I appreciate today.
“Not funny,” I say.
Moments later, the entire car slowly breaks into laughter, starting with Eloise and Luke and spreading to the rest of us.
Logan’s laughing so hard that he has to pull off to the side of the road.
We’ve been in the car for nearly two hours, and there’s still another forty-five minutes before we reach the cabin, yet none of us really mind being stuck together.
“That was the dumbest fuckingargument I’ve ever heard,” Luke wheezes, resting both of his hands over his head.
“That was not an argument,” Genevieve denies. “Logan, switch seats with me. I’m driving.”
“Oh, now you want to drive?” His question is rhetorical because he gets out of the driver’s seat as soon as she asks.
Genevieve climbs over the center console, and Jameson reaches out, holding her skirt down as she does so. I scoot to the middle seat so that Logan can sit where I was. Once he shuts the backdoor, Genevieve puts the car in drive and pulls back onto the road.
With Logan back here instead of Gen, it’s a tight fit.
“Do you have enough room?” I ask Logan, his muscled arm encroaching on my space.
“It isn’t very spacious back here,” he says, trying to move closer to the door.
He fiddles in his seat for a moment, trying to find the most comfortable position, but he keeps elbowing me in the side in doing so. “Sorry,” he says.
“You’re fine,” I reply with a wince, rubbing my ribs. “Do what you need to do.”
“I like this.” He smiles, running his thumb over the neckline of my sweater. “It looks cute on you.”
