Trip to New York: Part I
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Trip to New York
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Are you still giving me the silent treatment?” Mikey asked, pausing by the car door as Trevor finished buckling in.
When Sebastian continued to ignore her, Mikey sighed, shifted her attention to him and-
“Fine. Then you may have the honor of acting as my seat,” she said with a long-suffering sigh and a regal wave of her hand that had his lips twitching.
“I’m honored,” Trevor said dryly as he shifted to get more comfortable before reaching down and plucking the tiny thing off the ground and settling her on his lap.
“I knew you would be,” Mikey said with a sniffle and a dismissive nod as she settled back with a sigh and absently began rolling her favorite baseball between her hands while she pointedly ignored her best friend seething next to them.
“These coffee rolls are so good,” Haley said around a bite as she climbed in the other side and-
“Ow! Damn it, woman!” Jason snapped with a glare as he pulled his hand back.
“Mine,” Haley simply said as Jason leveled a glare at her from front the passenger seat only to frown when Uncle Jared reached back and held his hand out.
“Driver’s fee,” was all he said.
That was met with a glare, a sigh, and an unspoken promise that he was going to meet with a violent end one day as Haley reached into the large bakery bag on her lap, pulled out a second coffee roll, and slapped it in Uncle Jared’s waiting hand. Once he had the coffee roll, he released a satisfied sigh, took a bite, murmured, “Delicious,” and-
“You cheap bastard!” Jason snapped, pulling his hand away with a glare that his father easily ignored as he pulled out of the large parking lot and headed back to the highway.
“Are you still mad at me?” Mikey asked with a sniffle and the saddest fucking expression that he’d ever seen.
“Yes,” Trevor bit out, because this betrayal cut deep.
“Would you be willing to forgive me if I told you that it wasn’t my idea?” she asked with a hopeful smile.
“Snitches get stitches,” was all his son said as he swiped to the next page on his iPad.
“I wanted to tell you,” sniffle, “I really did, but that boy,” and this is where she pointed an accusing finger at Sebastian, “wouldn’t let me.”
Slowly, so fucking slowly, Sebastian raised a homicidal glare at his best friend and then-
“Help me,” Mikey managed to get out weakly as Sebastian suddenly reached over and plucked her off Trevor’s lap, pulled her onto his, wrapped his arm around her, and with one last glare, returned his attention to his iPad.
“I’m not safe,” Mikey mouthed as Trevor sat there, struggling not to laugh as Haley looked from his son, who was way out of his fucking league, to him as she bit back a smile and-
“Goddamnit, woman! You need to learn how to share!” Jason said as he quickly pulled back his hand before Haley could slap it again.
“You knew better,” was all she said as she returned her attention to the bag on her lap as Trevor released a sigh and closed his eyes, beyond fucking exhausted and hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before-
“Yes?” he said, not bothering to open his eyes.
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
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