Britney remained unaware of the red spot on her forehead. The sight caused you to chuckle a few times, and that caused Britney to furrow her brow in annoyance.
“What’s so funny?” she finally asked, glancing your way.
You looked at her and grin, shrugging your shoulders.
“Nothing,” you answered. “I was just thinking of a joke I heard in hospital.”
Britney sighed, probably wondering why she invited her dorky brother along for a ride. She glanced at the car stereo, pressed a button and music blasted from the car’s speakers.
“There should be a bunch of CDs in the glove box, Shrimp,” she said, indicating for you to help. You opened the glove box and found a collection of CDs. The thought crossed your mind that you could listen to public radio, as none of Britney’s music interested you much.
Britney suddenly reached over, turned down the volume and put on the radio. “Tell me if you hear anything you like, Shrimp,” she said, going through the channels.
“I want to listen to some country,” you said, not particularly caring. Britney made a face, which you half-expected as Britney hated country music. You just wanted to test your power some more; you tried to make Britney like country music. Britney’s eyes glazed over, which to your surprise caused her to drive through a red light. You swore in disbelief as cars almost ran into the side of the car at the intersection, your face wrecked in horror.
Britney came out of her daze, seemingly unaware of the disaster that almost happened, turned up the stereo’s volume, and hummed to the tune of a country song.
“Fuck!” you gasped.
Britney glanced at you, confused. “What’s wrong, Shrimp?”
“Um, nothing!” you answered. Britney frowned at your explanation, you were acting weirder than normal. You realised she had absolutely no idea.
You would have to be more careful from now on, you decided. |