"Its the last chance to got to bathroom before you get home." At least a public rest stop. It was dark now. Middle of the night. Perhaps morning. I nodded as we pulled into the parking lot. There were other folks there. A bunch of boys in leather jacket with stringy hair or dredlocks. I took it, they must have been in a band. They were joking and laughing. Smoking cigarettes or on their phones textings.
I went to the bathroom. Took a quick pee and wished I'd washed up before going home. I went to look at my sad dark eyes. Just a tad sunburned. I washed my hands and then splashed cold water on my face. God, I was dreading going home. I didn't know what to expect. I'd shut my phone off. I didn't want to be sucked into that world. Not yet. This was still me and Ren time. Funny, how I decided that just now. Our time. Not my Mom's time. Not Sasha's programming me to like this and that attitude. Not wondering if Jess was being true to me. It didn't matter so much now. Since, evidently, I wasn't so genuinely true to him, either.
Finally, I dried my hands and stepped out into the humid air of the night. There was Ren waiting for me at the cement picnic table.
"You all right?" He looked at me seriously.
"Yeah, totally." I grinned and sat up on the table with him. He grinned back.
"You aren't in that much trouble, are you?" His shoulder nudged mine.
"No. I don't think so." Not that I'd checked to see if my Mom had called again. I pushed my hair back from my eyes.
"You want me to talk to her?" He offered as he stared at me.
"Not, really." I winced. "But you might have too."
Before I knew it, he was pulling me in for a kiss. A real one, that wasn't going to let go quickly. The more we kissed, it might have prolonged the agony. Or the thought of getting our story straight. Somehow. As if this really wasn't about us, but Mom. It was all her fault. All her fault. I had to keep telling myself. But of course, I wasn't really talking at the moment.