Song of the chapter: Him and I by Halsey ft G-Eazy.

I felt fresh air fan my face and I ran my hand over it. As I cracked my eyes open, I saw that the car windows were open and the car had pulled to a halt. We were in a gas station and Jamie had probably stepped down to refuel.

I picked my phone from my lap to see that it was already late in the afternoon, past three pm. I sighed as I took in my reflection in the side mirror. Pulling out the elastic band holding my hair and tied it up again, this time, getting all loose strands. I saw Jamie walking back to the car and he stopped at my side.

"Do you do nothing other than sleep?" Was his first question, making me glare at him.

"Well, excuse me for taking a nap on the car trip to Japan."

He rolled his eyes at my answer, dismissing me. Eye rolling was supposed to be my thing. What was his problem?

"My mom called to tell me that your dad informed her that you didn't have any breakfast this morning."

I groaned and slapped my head in frustration. If dad didn't stop treating me like a freaking kid...

"So? What does that have to do with you?" I eyed him, sitting back and crossing my arms.

"I'll be in the restaurant down there." He pointed across. "You can sit here while I go get something to eat."

"For myself." He emphasized.

He walked to the other side of the door and pulled it open, winding all the windows closed.

"Are you trying to suffocate me here?" I had to ask.

"There's fresh air outside if you feel suffocated." He responded and turned away, shutting the door. My stomach decided to make a rumbling sound at that moment and I kicked my feet.

"What the hell? He could've just asked me to join him to have lunch." I muttered as I started to open the door.

I pulled the handle but the door didn't come open. He'd locked the door.

"Hey!" I moved to the driver's seat. He'd already strolled to the end of the road and was waiting to cross the road but then he turned to his left, moving out of my view.

"Jamie!" I screamed, banging the window.

"This isn't funny. I swear, I'm going to break your face. Open the damn door!" Threatening him wasn't going to help but I was already panicking. I bet he was hiding behind that truck, laughing his ass out.

"I swear, I'm gonna smash your window if you don't let me out right now." Sweat glistened on my forehead and I felt my heartbeat speed up.

"Please!" I begged, desperate to get out of the enclosed space, breathing hard.

"Jamie!" He suddenly came running round the corner and back towards the car.

The second he opened the door, I flew out like my legs were on fire. I heard him muttering a few curse words but I wasn't paying attention as I moved far away from him as possible. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I was grateful for the lungful of air I took in.

It seemed like he'd given me a minute to cool down because after that, he walked to where I stood.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" I screamed at him.

"No." He replied back, calmly, almost smugly.

A moment passed and I stared at him like he'd lost it. Was he deliberately trying to kill me? Was he a murderer all this while? Did he find out that I knew of some murders he'd committed? What murders had he committed?

Suddenly, it felt like those movies where a lady happens to walk in on the scene where a serial killer murders someone and then, as she tries to run to get to the cops, he gets in his vehicle and hits her and then, some months later, when she gets out of coma, he finds her and discovers she's lost her memory and then, when there're signs that she's getting them back, he goes after her.

I shook my head at my stupid thoughts. What serial killer moves in with his mother and brother? Okay, scratch that. I'd once read a book-

Jamie ran his hands over his face before he spoke, interrupting my thoughts.

"I swear, I originally meant it as a joke and then, I just kinda forgot."

He went on, shifting uneasily. "I saw this store at the corner and went in to check if they sold any dark chocolate. I didn't do it on purpose. I mean I did but- oh shit." He stopped.

"What the fuck did you need dark chocolate for? Are on your period?" Okay, so that was the only thing I could come up with.

"You are." He rolled his eyes. "With the way you've been..." He rubbed his stomach in demonstration and I swear to God, I felt half of my anger dissipate. I didn't know why either.

"But that's not the case here." He continued, looking everywhere but at me.

"I apologize for-" He waved towards the car, swallowing and looking away. "I'm sorry."

"Do you eat hamburgers?" He asked after a full minute passed and I said nothing. I only nodded making him pointed across the road.

"I'll be right back."

As I watched him walk down, crossing the road, I realized that this time, there wasn't any anger in me directed toward him, well, except the one I felt towards myself. In my head, I went back to the series of events that took place just minutes ago and the only thing I could think was 'Why the hell was I crying?' 'Thankfully there wasn't any makeup on my face.' 'But what the heck? What if snot ran down my nose?' and 'Why the fuck was I speechless when he apologized?' 'Or was I speechless because he'd showed concern by trying to help me get something to relieve my cramps.'

He met me in that same position he'd left me when he got back with two paper bags in his hands. He nodded towards the car and I followed his movements, waiting for him to go in before I did. I mean, what of if he was a sick maniac that wanted to repeat the same thing all over again.

He paced both bags between the seats and started the car. "I didn't know what flavor to get you so I just picked vanilla."

I eyed him warily. "If you know what cramps are, you should know it isn't good to have something cold."

"Mom calls it indulging yourself." Was his response as he pulled out of the gas station.

I pulled out the cup of vanilla ice cream.

"You should eat something too." He pointed to the bag. "Ham burger, chicken and fries..."

"I can't eat all of that." I gaped at him.

"Well, you'd better start trying because we still got a long way to go."

I threw him a look. "Look at you acting all fatherly. Why aren't you eating? You got all these stuff poisoned?"

"I wish I did so you'll just stop talking."

I rolled my eyes at him as I threw him a bag containing a hamburger. "If I'm eating this, you have to eat too."

"Aww, aren't you so caring." He said, sarcastically. "So, I'm supposed to remove both hands from the wheel in order to have lunch with you?"

I looked out the window, internally cursing at myself for being so stupid. I needed to say something quickly to avoid any awkward situation.

"Do you want me to feed you now, little boy?" I cooed.

"I don't mind." Was that Jamie making a joke? I could only roll my eyes as I focused on the meal. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I took a bite of the burger.

"It tastes great." I said, through a mouthful of burger.

"Of course it does. You're starving." He jabbed.

Glaring at him, I continued my meal. I felt his eyes on me through the rearview mirror but I decided not to beat myself up about it. He could look all he wanted. He'd said it himself that I was hungry.

A/N:

So, I've had this chapter ready since the day after I posted the last but I couldn't bring myself to post it because I wasn't so proud of it. I don't know why, to be honest. I thought that if I gave it some time, I could go back to edit from the top to make so many changes but I grew more occupied. I even asked my twin sister to help proof read it but she hasn't even gotten around to doing so yet and I decided that the chapter shouldn't stay any longer. If there's any problem, I'll get a feedback. (Afterall, that's one of the reasons I'm here.)

In your honest opinion, what do you think about this chapter? I'm actually a bit embarrassed to go through it again even if it may not be as terrible as I think it is. :p

To be honest, I don't know how soon the next chapter will be available(with my moving and stuff) but fingers crossed that it's soonest.

Xoxo,

A sober Hanie. :* *wink wink*