We talked for a bit but eventually after the first hour I leaned back my seat and fell asleep. When I woke up it was midafternoon and Dylan was still chugging on.

    "What time is it?" I blinked.

    "Around lunch." He yawned, we had both stayed up pretty late.

    I felt pretty bad because he was probably just as sleep deprived as I was but he couldn't take a rest. Then of course I couldn't I could think of anything to solve that problem. I discretely brought out my sketchbook and opened to a fresh page instead. Dylan's eyes were heavy but he was focused mainly on road now. He wouldn't mind if I just jotted down his face.

    Okay but in a totally not creepy artist way Dylan had a nice face. It was rectangle shaped and all his edges were pretty rounded which what for a pleasant effect as a whole. Good drawing stuff.  I thought about for a second as a doodled, what could I add to make it have more depth.  I blocked out half of his face and drew in the body of his ukulele over it, with the hole in the body going all the way through to the other side, so you could see his other eye. Not too bad if I say so myself.

    "Whoa!" Dylan gasped suddenly, yanking back into the present. "You drew me."

    I slammed my sketchbook shut. "Aha, ha. Uh... sorry."

    "No, it was cool!" He said excitedly. "I mean I only saw it for a second but you captured my ukulele perfectly, how'd you do it?"

    I blushed. "Good memory."

    He let his knees rest against the steering wheel to count off his fingers. "Let's see you've got, insane artistic talent, good memory, warm hoodies that are scarily outdated, a cute face-"

    "What?" I blushed again.

    Dylan blinked. "What did I say?"

    I frowned and opened my mouth but didn't really know how to repeat that. Me? Cute? I didn't even think I passed so it wasn't that likely.

    "Seriously what did I say? I zoned out while I was talking so I could concentrate on the road." He laughed nervously.

    I blinked at him slowly. "MCR is not outdated." I scoffed, covering up my shock.

    "Atticus, anyone who still listens to them is not okay, I promise." It wasn't an insult because he smirked and looked at me out of the corner of his eyes when he did so.

    I mock-gaped at his reference and slapped his shoulder lightly with my sketchbook while he burst out laughing at his own joke. He was still giggling as he reached into the back and yanked out his ukulele. To be fair it looked like we had been driving on the same long stretch of country road for a while now. So, it was only a little less dangerous than it sounds.

    He positioned his uke and smirked at me. "I can do better I swear, listen to this."

    He made one strum, and I screeched with the force of something who knows what's coming.

    "When I was, a young boy! -" He sang loudly and happily before I slapped my hand down on his instrument.

    "Okay, driver, I think that's enough music for you." I coughed passive aggressively, taking his uke in hand and returning it carefully to its case in the back.

    "Oh driver!" He exclaimed suddenly, as if he just had an epiphany. "I nearly forgot, our first stop."

    I squinted dubiously. "What now?"

    He pulled over to the side of the road and onto a small dirt road through the trees. I glanced over at him to see he had a determined look on his face and his tongue was sticking out. What did he had planned?

    The road opened up into a clearing all of sudden, a wide dirt and grassland that stretched on for a few miles as least. It was... surprisingly flat. Dylan kept going, eventually leaving the dirt road, before coming to a stop in the middle or so. Then he unlocked the door and stood up.

    "Ah, it's good to stand for a second." He sighed, stretching.

    I climbed out and shook my legs out as well. "So, what are we doing here?"

    "I'm going to teach you how to drive." He announced, swinging back into shot gun.

    I froze. "What?"

    "We can take it slow." He promised. "I'll be right here. Look at all this open space we have."

    I bit my lip, it was tempting. Being out here in the open did take away most of the factors of driving that scared me in the first place. I walked towards the driver's seat and slowly opened the door. Then I poked my head in to see Dylan giving me a heart two thumbs up.

    "Okay, but we're going slowly." I agreed, hesitantly sliding into the front seat.

    "Okay that's the gas pedal, the break, and the clutch, don't worry about the clutch yet it's in forward." He started to go on and on a bit.

    Okay I was getting it so far. The pedals were close enough to my feet. I griped the steering wheel tightly and pressed down in the gas pedal. The car crawled forward ever so slightly.

    "Oh my God." I squeaked. "I did it."

    Dylan leaned out the window. "Yeah we've made some great distance."

    "Shut up."

    Dylan laughed, which gave me a little more courage so I pushed the pedal down a little more and we stopping crawling forward and I maneuvered around a reasonable speed. I came to the conclusion that this, as of right now, wasn't really that bad.

    "Hey look at you." Dylan mused.

    "Yeah this isn't that bad." I laughed nervously. "And not too hard, actually."

    I glanced over at Dylan for a second to see he had a glint in his eye. I had grown to recognize the look now. I smiled unsurely as I anticipated whatever was going to come out of his mouth next.

    "There's a lot of space out here, huh?" He pointed out.

    "That is true." I agreed, still waiting for his point.

    "You want to use it? Do something wild like you've always said."

    I slowed down the car and let it roll to a stop. Then I turned to looked at him.

    "What?"

    "You know, go as fast as you can, rip up some dirt, manly stuff you know."

    I snorted, the idea of either of us doing 'manly stuff' was both bizarre and extremely fitting. He laughed along its me but I could tell his question hung in the air. 

    "Um... I don't know." I tapped the steering wheel gently. "We should probably be getting back on the road."

    Dylan kicked back against the dashboard and folded his hands behind his back. "Come on Atticus, live a little."

    "I just don't want to break the car or anything." I said nervously.

    "Atticuuuuuuus." He groaned. "Don't you wonder what it would be like? Wonderlust?"

    That stopped me. The idea in theory seemed... really fun actually. I bit my lip and strummed my hands on the steering wheel. Then I made the decision and dared to do something that was outside of my comfort zone. Why? To this day I am still not exactly sure. It was something about that glint in his eye or the way his words rolled off his tongue like riptides, sucking me into the vast and indescribable ocean that was Dylan Clark. It was an ocean that didn't let fear hold it back, and I guess a small part of me was happy sinking into its salty maw.

    I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal and dirt flew into the air behind me as I tore around the clearing. Dylan let out a colorful yelp of surprise, probably because he wasn't expecting it, I wouldn't have, and attempted to re-buckle his seat belt. Only my hands clung onto the steering wheel so tightly it made my palm sweat and it was also a lot easier to turn. Even if my arms ached from the effort. Speaking off effort, Dylan gave up and settled for clinging onto whatever he could around him. I was digging up the grass and leaving trails as I let the rear end of the car wobble and drift. Did I have any idea of what I was doing? Nope. I only knew I was lucky I hadn't died yet. I yanked the wheel to the left and spun around it donuts. Then I let myself get lost in the feeling of our own little centrifuge reassigning the point of gravity. That, and the feeling of all my innards pressing against one side of my body. Dylan was right, this was awesome.

    I don't think I would have gone for much longer even though immediately in the next few seconds Dylan's hands must have slipped form whatever he was clutching onto (probably from his own sweat, I wouldn't blame him) and his entire upper body flew against me. Which was startling enough for me to snap out of it and let the car drag to a sharp stop.

    I came face to face with Dylan's, both of us tangled and squished awkwardly onto one side of the car now. His whole face was red and for a second I thought he might be angry before he burst out laughing. He continued to laugh (hysterically, mind you) until his sides were splitting and tears were almost rolling down his cheeks. It was contagious and I definitely giggled a little.

    "Holy freaking cow!" He gasped between breaths, trying to push himself up off me but failing and laughing breathily some more. "I mean I just... wow."

    I laughed nervously. "I uh... yeah. I agree."

    He calmed down enough to stop his own giggling and for a second that seemed to last centuries he locked eyes with me. Big brown doe eyes that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Dust clouds rose up around us. His face was already red from the rush but it might have been my imagination, I could have sworn his cheeks turned three and half shades darker.

    Then Dylan coughed and pushed himself off, sitting back up in his own seat, shotgun. I don't think neither of us knew what to say for a second. What was that? What type of infinity did he have locked in his brain such that one could only catch glimpses of it through open eyelids? It... probably didn't mean anything.

    "Adrenaline sure is one hell of a drug." Dylan sighed, holding out his hand towards me, they were still shaking.

    I unclenched mine and saw they mirrored his, trembling slightly. We laughed it off a bit more. Yeah that's what this was. Two teenage boys doing stupid stuff and laughing it off. A dumb overreaction. Teenage boy. I am a boy.

    I smiled. "It sure is."