How fun it was to have parents that no longer lived together, yet still refused to get a divorce. They practically were divorced, and that's what you told everyone when they asked, but it was a little more complex. It was a “good deal for everyone involved”. Your parents didn't have to pay to get divorced, your dad barely had to pay anything in terms of child support, and your mom didn't have to deal with your dad anymore. You didn't count. You mostly got to stay with your mom, though, so that was a plus. Your dad sucked. He was in no way a proper father. How he had scored your mom was mystery.

Currently, though, your mom was away on a trip. Yay. You had a choice, stay home with her new boyfriend, who was arguably even worse than your father, or go spend time with your father. The latter option was sadly the one you chose. Neither option was good, but that's just life, apparently. So, you were just standing in the parking lot of an abandoned gas station. Your dad was an hour late, and your mother had left and hour ago to get to the airport. You were half tempted to just call one of your friends and ask them to pick you up. This was fucking stupid. Just as you started typing out a message to one of your friends, a car pulled in, stopping right in front of you. God damn it. You should've texted your friend earlier. Pocketing your phone, you reluctantly opened the back door and threw your bag in, before following yourself,

“You're really sitting in the back again?”

Wow. What a warm welcoming after not seeing him for months. You didn't reply, opting to just close the door and ignore him. He scoffed at your ignoration and exited the gas station parking lot. A couple minutes into the drive, he turned up the radio, only to immediately turn it down,

“Y'know this is gonna be a really long trip, yeah? You won't be able to ignore me the whole time, might as well stop now. I can be quite annoying.”

Still no response. Obviously. You were his kid, you were bound to be stubborn. He sighed, turning the dial up for the volume.

About an half an hour into the four hour drive, the music was turned down once again,

“Are you done being a brat now?”

Nothing. He groaned, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel,

“Y'know, I kinda expected you to not be mad at me anymore. It's been a couple months. Didn't you say somethin' like “time heals everything”? Or maybe that was Grace. Or your mom. Dunno. Why would you choose to come with me anyway if you're just gonna be quiet the whole time. Coulda done that with.. what's his face? Jason or somethin'.”