It’s the thought that counts.
“its still jinxed.”
“bull! i knocked on wood!”
“yeah but fake wood.”
“same difference!”
“it really isnt.”
“is too!”
Jade shoves him again, but Dave is a bit too distracted this time, and he swerves out of the lane. You dive over the center console to sharply turn the wheel out of the sharp instinct of fear that stabs in your chest and end up sending the car out onto the side of the road, leaning leftward into grasses and just nearing the oak trees that lay on the side of the road. It barely connects in your mind that you hardly missed running head-on into the semitruck that barrells past you in the left lane. There’s a couple moments of silence, then Dave whispers, “holy shit.”
Rose rolls down her window, placing a hand on her chest and trying to steady her ragged breath. “Let’s have a quiet drive the rest of the way, please,” she says softly. You nod wordlessly in agreement.
Dave pulls out of the ditch and back onto the road, driving at a considerably slower speed. You let your head fall back against the seat and your eyes fall shut.
For some reason, you hardly believe this will be the biggest event of tonight.