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>"The voices in my head say to drive onto the sidewalk, but my Momma says that I'm a good boy, and good boys don't listen to the bad voices in their heads! Even when they didn't take their pills today!"
>Amber clenches her claws into the seat.
>"GREENE."
>"Pfft, nah I'm fuckin' with you Ambs, I know I took 'em today."
>"Ugh."
>"Or did I?"
>"Greene, STOP. Why is it that you suddenly get a sense of humor when you're in control of this stupid deathtrap?"
>"I think it's the helmet, or maybe I really did forget my pills. I dunno."
>"Why do I do this to myself?"
>"Because Mom and Dad are on a date right now, and I'm the only other one besides MarMar with a drivers license? Unless you'd rather call her instead."
>"Raptor JESUS no. I'd rather just ditch practice then ride with 'Ms. Permanent Road Rage.'"
>"Then you'll just have to deal with my jokes a bit longer."
>"Just shut up and focus on not killing us both, and I'll focus on not making your stupid car smell like vomit."
>"Eh, you can't do any worse than Cynthia's usual stench. I swear, she somehow gets it to sink into the seats. Think it has to do with the fact that she's both part fish AND part french?"
>"*gag* Okay now I ACTUALLY feel like I'm going to throw up."
>"Was it the french part?"
>"Maybe, but seriously though I really don't feel good."
>"Woah, hey we're here! Wait until you're out of my car! I'm picking up Mel after this and I'm NOT canceling because you spewed chunks all over my dash!"
>"She'd wouldn't even care anyways! Just hurry up the fuck up and PARK!"
>The car pulls into to the school parking lot.
>"Oh my god FINALLY!"
>Amber basically kicks the door open, not caring if the old piece of crap fell off the hinges before scrambling out of the car with a deep breath.
>Greene shows brotherly concern.
>"You good?"
>She puts her hands on her knees, taking some more breaths before straightening out with a grimace.
>"I. HATE. cars."
>"I'm sure they hate you too."
>"Fuck you Greene."
>"Love you too Ambs."