Previously...
I don't know what to put here... so... oh well.
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  Kid's fingers tap against the wheel out of the song's beat, which causes (Y/n) to turn off the radio and stare at him. His eyes move over to her and he gives her a smirk, "You like what you see?"
  "Why do you always think I'm admiring you?" she huffs out, falling back into the seat and jamming the power button on again. "I was just trying to figure out what tune you were drumming."
  He shrugs, turning his head back toward the road, "Whatever you say."
  After a short while, she can still feel his eyes on her. She turns to look at him, but he's looking at the road. She ends up shaking her head and casting her gaze back out the window. The red-haired male grips the steering wheel and sighs aggressively.
  "What is it, Kid?" her eyes graze over the scenery before she turns it to him and observes him. "Are you feeling alright?"
  "I'm fine, but take the wheel," he rolls down the window.
  "What? What are you-" she grabs the wheel as he stands on the seat, leaning out the window and holding onto the top. "You're crazy!"
She tries to steer the vehicle as Kid yells something to Heat. If she can't understand Kid, then there's no way-she sees Heat out of the review mirror nod and she rolls her eyes. Of course they would understand each other. They're practically family.
Kid slides back into the seat and as he takes the wheel, she punches his arm, "Don't do that! You scared me!"
"I was just telling him that we were going to take the next exit," he shrugs and tries to fix his hair so that it sticks up again. "Seems like we're going to pass through your home town, and I'm feeling nice, so I'm letting you check in on your parents. Make sure they're okay."
She sends him a small smile and nods, "Thanks Kid. You know-"
"If the next words out of your mouth were going to be you're not that bad, you have a whole new thing coming to you," he looks at her out of the corner of his amber eyes. "I will throw your ass right out of the moving vehicle and make you walk the rest of the way."
"As if," she scoffs, folding her arms over her chest. "If you did that, you'd loose me. My parents wouldn't let me travel with you anymore-"
"You're indebted to me. It's just the fact of life," he gives her a smirk back as they pull off the freeway. "You'll be with me until the day you die."
"What if you die before me?" she fixes her hair before focusing her (e/c) orbs on him. "How will I still be with you?"
"You'll be buried with me, suffocate," his smile gets wider as he tries to stifle his laugh.
"That's not funny," she rolls her eyes, just how immature is this man? "You know that Egyptians used to do that?"
"I don't care about Egyptians," he yawns slightly, causing her to look at him strangely. "What? I didn't sleep well last night."
  "When do you sleep well?" she yawns after him, because, well, yawns are contagious. "I feel like you never do. Is it because you drive all the time? The last time you slept was when we stopped at the hotel, and that was a few days ago. Let me drive, I know where we-"
  "No, you're not allowed to drive my truck," he wipes his eyes before he stares at her for a few seconds. "No one but me is allowed to drive it."
  "Oh shut up," she rolls her (e/c) eyes again. "Don't give me that, my truck is my life bullshi-"
  "My truck isn't my life," he interrupts her without a second thought. "Your foot is still healing-"
  "Aw how sweet," she places a hand on her chest and smiles at him. "You actually care. But my foot is fine, it's been a whole week. It was probably just a str-"
  "I don't care," he yawns agains before smirking. "I just don't want to hear you complain."
  "Oh yeah, sure," she folds her arms over her chest. "That's why."

-Chapter 6: Finding Another Group... to be continued-