“Fuck.” Nat cursed under her breath, gripping the steering wheel hard.
The snow on the wind shield wasn't helping with the icy roads ahead of her. It was difficult to keep the car from sliding around when all she could hear was the obnoxious babble of Misty fucking Quigley in the passenger seat, rambling on about some meaningless nonsense that Nat probably wouldn't care about if she was listening. She was wondering why she had decided to go on this little road trip with Misty.
It turns out that Misty's exaggerated "emergency" was simply her desire to travel to the ends of the globe to obtain some extremely hard to find bird seed for Caligula. Nat was either extremely high or utterly out of her mind, but she accepted to come along for whatever Misty had in store.
And that's how she found herself in this situation—trapped on a narrow lane, attempting to avoid colliding with the vehicle in front of her. It was snowing heavily outside, making Nat incapable of viewing the road.
Misty's syrupy sweet high pitched voice echoed in the background, like sticky honey that was nearly impossible to swallow. There's always something luring her back for more, despite the fact that trying to wash the residue off your tongue is the worst feeling imaginable. That would explain why Nat frequently finds herself chatting with the upbeat blonde sitting next to her in the passenger seat, as if it were a narcotic she can't seem to kick.
However, driving in the winter on slippery roads with a low petrol tank and little to no visibility isn't always improved by honey.
Finally, Nat gives up, “Jesus fucking christ Misty, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Perhaps a touch too loud, but it sends the message that now is not the time to discuss which of Snow White's seven dwarves she identifies with (according to some random buzzfeed survey).
The chatter abruptly stops, leaving an uneasy silence. In her peripheral vision, Nat can see that Misty has turned her body around, no longer facing herself. Misty is staring at her lap with her eyes. She is picking at the skin on her fingers while fidgeting with her hands. Nat observes for what seems like hours but is really only a fraction of a second. It's annoying how captivating Misty is since you never know what's going on in her little sick mind. Misty suddenly opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She gives up on the notion and resumes her fidgeting.
Nat shouldn't be surprised that the nerdy girl from high school who was bullied by girls years older than her wasn't as confident as she appeared. However, the constant joy and upbeat attitude that flowed from her mouth like word vomit dared to cast doubt on her previous reputation.
They continue driving straight for around 10 minutes until it gets dark, making their journey considerably more difficult. Since Nat demanded Misty to stop talking, she hasn't spoken a single word, and in all honesty, the stillness isn't as pleasant as Nat would have expected. It's unsettling to not know what Misty may do next, but Nat isn't worried about that.
Given that Misty is still fiddling with her hands clumsily she feels a little cruel for yelling for her. In the end, she portrays a hurt child. If you yell at her, she will cry.
Instead, Nat removes one hand from the steering wheel and places it on Misty's to prevent the somewhat irritating act of insecurity. Misty's head jerks up to look at Nat, carefully examining her face as if she's guessing her next move. Nat keeps her gaze fixed on the road instead of looking back at her.
“Look, I’m sorry alright? It’s just that- The talking was fucking distracting, that’s all. Anyways, it’s getting dark and I’m running outta fuel here, so can you find us somewhere to stop while we figure out what the hell we’re gonna do?” Nat says. Driving in this weather isn’t the greatest idea, so they’re most probably going to have to find somewhere to stay during the night.
Misty doesn't answer, which comes as a surprise, but she does reach for her phone and look for something in the GPS app.
Apart from the engine rumbling, the only sound in the uncomfortably quiet car is Misty tapping the keypad on her phone screen.
After approximately a half-minute, Misty replaces the phone in the coffee cup holder, still refusing to speak. A map is displayed on the screen, showing that a Motel 6 is just a few miles away.
Natalie makes the decision to refrain from questioning Misty why she hasn't been speaking to her, because it might be beneficial for her to keep quiet for a while. Five more minutes of driving later, Nat enters the parking lot. They'll be able to get back home if they leave right away because there is a gas station just there. Nat, however, can't seem to sit in a stuffy car for too long because her back is hurting so bad. She needs some air.
So she turns to Misty, “Hey, I’m going to go fill the tank, you go get us a room.” Nat says, trying to be more polite this time.
Despite her best efforts, Misty just shrugs and exits the vehicle with her purse, slamming the door furiously behind her while concealing any signs of anger. Nat merely rolled her eyes and wondered how she ended up in this position. At nine of the clock on a Wednesday night, she was at a Motel 6 with Misty fucking Quigley, who wasn’t even speaking to her. The thought was amusing.
But they couldn’t just fight forever, right? Misty would never be able to hold her tongue for so long. Then Nat remembered how she had to drag herself to Misty's front door step and basically beg her to come hide a dead corpse with her on the day of the high school reunion. Misty made it clear that she had no intention of communicating, despite the fact that she was quite literally speaking. This time, though, she had said nothing.
While heading inside to pay for the gas, Nat noticed an arrangement of cheap flowers on one of the shelves and was tempted to pick them up. Perhaps this will help her reconnect with Misty and get her to speak up. She makes her way back to the motel after deciding to go get them nonetheless.
In the lot, Nat doesn’t seem to spot Misty anywhere. She groans in frustration. How could someone be that bothered by a single sentence that they just act like a ghost around you. Annoyed, Nat heads to the front desk and gets the room information, bouquet of cheap gas station flowers in hand.
She bangs loudly on the door of the space, feeling a little annoyed at Misty's actions. The door finally opens after the fifth or sixth knock, and Misty instantly tries to retreat back into the room. Nat grabs her wrist and shoves her inside, slamming the door shut behind them both. Nat quickly spins Misty around, trapping her in the space between her and the door. She slowly draws nearer and nearer till the blonde is shrinking under her intense look and her brows are furrowed in confusion.
Suddenly, Nat holds up the bouquet of flowers and shoves them towards Misty’s chest.
“I told you I’m fucking sorry, now why won’t you talk to me?” Nat asks, her voice heavy.
Misty looks up at her and glares for a few seconds, before finally breaking.
“You’re always so mean to me, you know. It’s like you don’t like me at all, yet you still hang out with me. You deserve the silent treatment for your rude behaviour” She simply says.
Nat isn’t listening. Instead, she’s staring at Misty’s lips, they look incredibly smooth. Nat wonders how much chapstick she would need to use considering how much she talks all the time. She scans Misty’s face with her eyes, taking in every last detail. She may be annoying, but she sure is fucking pretty.
Suddenly, Nat feels a sensation in her stomach, and her first instinct is to lunge over and capture Misty’s mouth with her own. Misty, who is completely taken aback, makes an effort to avoid stumbling and reaches behind her for support. Nat grabs her face with both hands, deepens the kiss, and tries not to chuckle when she notices Misty swooning.
She's not sure what drives her, but it feels fucking fantastic. Misty bets that the way she flushes up against herself and draws Nat in is straight out of one of her fairytales.
They keep at it for a while, before Misty pulls away, panting for air.
“I forgive you” Her breath is shaky and the way she looks up at Nat like she hung the moon and stars makes the brunette's stomach turn.
Nat slides her hands down to Misty's waist and pulls her against her own body. Without warning, she picks up the shorter woman and drags her over to the queen-sized bed in the centre of the room. Of course she gotten a single bed room, son of a bitch.
Misty lands on the bed with a yelp, and Nat sits on the edge beside her, looking her dead in the eyes.
“Ok but Misty, I’m really really really sorry.”
Misty giggles and shakes her head, “I know”.