Part 51

Justen's POV

When it was almost eleven, Josh and I decided to head back to our spot. We walked back to his truck and got into our normal seats.

"Random question, why don't you have a car?" Josh asked as he started the truck.

"My dad and I don't have enough money," I said. "However, I do have my license."

"When's the last time you drove?" Josh asked.

"I'll admit that it has been a while," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Trade me spots," Josh said.

"What?" I asked.

"Did I stutter?" Josh asked.

"No," I said.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Josh asked.

"Well, I don't know how well I'll be," I said.

"If you want to trade at any time, we can just pull over," Josh said.

"Okay," I sighed, opening the door and getting out.

Josh followed suit and once he and I were at the front of the truck, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You'll do fine," he said, getting into the passenger side.

I blushed and got into the driver's seat which was too far forward.

"Your seat is weird," I complained, beginning to readjust the driver's seat.

Josh rolled his eyes as I adjusted the mirror.

"Alright," Josh said, "let's get going."

"Why? Got somewhere to be?" I asked.

"I wanna get you home before eleven-thirty, now let's go," Josh said.

I nodded and got out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"You're doing good so far," Josh said. "The only complaint I have is that the speed limit is 55 and you're going 40."

"Ah, that's right," I said, pressing the gas pedal down a little more.

"So, we're coming up to a stop sign, make sure to stop," Josh said as I began to press the brake.

"I know what to do at a stop sign," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Okay," Josh said.

"Listen, I'm the one plucking this chicken, you just sit back and watch the feathers fly," I said.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Josh asked.

"It means that I'm driving and you're just sitting back and watching me," I said. "So, sit back, shut your mouth and let me drive."

Josh laughed. "Whatever you say," he said.

After almost ten minutes of driving and Josh telling me directions, we made it back to our spot.

"We're not dead!" Josh said, getting out of the truck.

"I wasn't that bad," I said, turning off the truck and getting out.

"You almost hit two cars," Josh said.

"But I didn't," I said, tossing him his keys.

"Just be glad I'm not bringing up the rabbit," Josh said.

"That rabbit was a living, breathing animal," I said. "I couldn't hit it."

"So you swerve and almost hit a tree instead?" Josh asked.

"You have a fair point but the rabbit was so cute," I said.

"You are such a dork," Josh laughed.

"But I'm your dork," I said.

"Good," Josh said. "Because if you weren't my dork, who's dork would you be?"

"Good point," I said.

"So what am I?" Josh asked.

"You're always going to be my fool," I said.

"Fine by me," Josh said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, because I love you and if that makes me a fool, so be it," Josh said.

"I love you too," I smiled.