Mylo had gotten a car at the dealership. It was a maroon 1967 Chevy Impala, the tail lights on the back were broken, but he managed to get it at a knockdown price. The hubs were slightly rusted but that was the only damage excluding the tail lights. The inside seats were a tan leather and the wheel was black. 
"She's a beaut." Mylo says, rubbing the top of the car. 
"Okay." I turn around to look at Apollo, who was reading a book. "Whatcha reading?"
"The Amazing Adventures of Harold Figgot." He says, showing me the cover, of the leather, diary-style book. "It's an biography." 
"I bet you can't even read one word." I say, teasing.
"Yeah, I can, I'll even read you a sentence." He says, looking up at me, then back at the thick book. "I was four when the avalanche happened." He reads in a funny accent.
I laugh. "So when are we going on this trip?" I ask Mylo, who's  already inside.
"I packed a bunch of knickknacks, we can sell those at pawn shops on the way, plus, if we need to, I always have my key." He says. "So maybe a bit later, once you're ready." 
"I'm ready if you are." I turn to Apollo. "How 'bout you?" 
"Always." He says, climbing into the back of the Impala. 
I give Mylo a quick kiss on the cheek and get in the passenger side. 
Mylo gets in the driver side with a slight blush on his cheeks. "Let's get out of here." He puts the car keys in the ignition and turns it on. 
"Do you know how to drive?" I ask.
He nods simply, pressing on the and the car starts going.

After an hour we were out of Winnipeg and driving through a vast wasteland of flatland and trees.
Apollo was reading The Amazing Adventures of Harold Figgot, seeming pretty interested in the story. 
"We'll stop at a restaurant in the next town we come across." Mylo says, reaching for my hand across the console.
"Okay." I say, resuming my stare at the horizon. 

We pull up in a small town, it had a pawn shop, a motel and a few restaurants. 
"We'll eat and then we'll sell something." Mylo says, getting out of the car. 
Apollo gets out, and opens my door. "You coming?" He asks.
I nod and push myself out of the car, following the kid into the restaurant. 
The restaurant is an Old-Timey, seat yourself restaurant.
we chose a booth in the back, all of us sitting in it, with plenty of room. 
A nice looking young man comes up giving us our menus, shooting me a small smile.
Which I return, then look down at the menu, settling on a burger. "What do you want Apollo?" 
"I'm gonna have the Macaroni and Cheese." He smiles.
"I'm gonna have the burger." I reply
"Apollo, you should get something with meat in it, it'll give you more energy." Mylo says, hiding obvious anger in his voice.
"I don't eat meat." Apollo says. 
The waiter comes back and Mylo orders from us. 
Once Mylo orders he gives me a small smile, which again I return. 
Mylo softly nudges my leg with his shoe, clearing his throat.
I look up at him, with a questioning look on my face. 
He rolls his eyes, and starts shaking  a salt packet. 

An hour later we set out of the city, silence filling the car, other than the occasional page flip.
"Did you have to flirt with the waiter in front of me?" Mylo asks angrily.
"I didn't?" I ask. 
"Yeah you actually did, open your eyes Nadia." He sasses.
"Don't last name me!" I yell.
"Don't flirt with people!"
"I wasn't flirting!" I yell back.

The yelling goes on for what seems like hours until we stop at a motel, where I stomp out and order a room. For Apollo and I. Mylo can sleep alone. 
"Why are you mad at Mylo?" Apollo asks.
"Cuz." I murmur, opening our room. 
The was dust lining the dresser and small 1980's style television. The sheets were stained. 
"This is gross." Apollo says. 
"Yup, we'll be spending the night here." I say, plopping down on the bed, springs creaking.
"Do we have to?" He asks.
I hum a yes, my head pounding with exhaustion, at least that's what I think it is.
"You look tired, you should rest." Apollo recommends.
I hum another response. Then my eyes flutter closed.