She didnt know how she ended up riding shotgun with Dave Strider in his beat up Toyota his brother gave him but somehow, she was just there.
It started as a pesterlog, which kinda went like:
TG: colorado TT: Nah. TG: zoo TT: No. TG: you mean to tell me that youve never been anywhere TT: Nope. Mother doesnt let me go outside on my own. When she goes out, she never takes me with her. TG: why TG: childhood trauma of the outside world or something TG: did she have a lot of enemies as a kid TG: is that why shes afraid to go out TT: I wouldnt know. We never talk. TG: shes your mom TT: I know. But we've never been open to each other. It's kinda hard. I've always just assumed she thinks the world's too dangerous for me or something. TG: thats pretty fucking sad TG: but TG: you know what TG: im taking you out TG: live a little
A week later, Dave shows up outside her house.
"So. Where to?", she asked.
"I have no fucking idea."
She left no notes, no messages whatsoever to let her mother know about her whereabouts. This'll teach her to worry about nothing.
“No actually I had an idea,” Dave said, shifting in his seat. “Do you have cash on you?”
“Dave, if you’re thinking about Vegas, I’m gonna—“
“Nope, not Vegas. Disneyland.”
He could have sworn that he saw her face light up for just a millisecond.
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It started as a pesterlog, which kinda went like:
TG: colorado
TT: Nah.
TG: zoo
TT: No.
TG: you mean to tell me that youve never been anywhere
TT: Nope. Mother doesnt let me go outside on my own. When she goes out, she never takes me with her.
TG: why
TG: childhood trauma of the outside world or something
TG: did she have a lot of enemies as a kid
TG: is that why shes afraid to go out
TT: I wouldnt know. We never talk.
TG: shes your mom
TT: I know. But we've never been open to each other. It's kinda hard. I've always just assumed she thinks the world's too dangerous for me or something.
TG: thats pretty fucking sad
TG: but
TG: you know what
TG: im taking you out
TG: live a little
A week later, Dave shows up outside her house.
"So. Where to?", she asked.
"I have no fucking idea."
She left no notes, no messages whatsoever to let her mother know about her whereabouts. This'll teach her to worry about nothing.
“No actually I had an idea,” Dave said, shifting in his seat. “Do you have cash on you?”
“Dave, if you’re thinking about Vegas, I’m gonna—“
“Nope, not Vegas. Disneyland.”
He could have sworn that he saw her face light up for just a millisecond.