Adventures With Theresa 🚦🚘
Episode 7
Written by: Frank Frank The Writer
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~Theresa’s POV~
We were passing by Ore in Ondo State. It looked more like the other districts we have passed by, not–so–busy streets. There were filling stations and restaurants here and there. I looked at the map in the GPS on the panel and we still have a long way to go. The estimated time for us to arrive Asaba was in about 3 hours and fifteen minutes. That was a long way ahead.
The car was silent, for the past half hour, Frank was telling me about one great musician from South Africa he’s a fan of. He described his work in detail. He said he had plans of featuring him in one of his tracks in his incoming album, the perk of being famous, I guess. Frank said he might not be able to meet up with the required funds to feature him in his song.
He told me everything he learned from him, from the way he sings and how he collaborates with other African artists. I could see Frank really likes music. It was more of a passion for him. It reminded me of the time he told me that he was raised to play guitar in church. He talked about it with so much passion that it was entertaining to hear.
We were both quiet, and my thoughts kept me distracted. I was still wondering… Why did he invite me? He said it himself, it’s been eight months. I guess I just have to enjoy this road trip with him and not put much thought into it.
But I have to be honest with myself, just the thought of him thinking about me for the wedding made me blush. I really thought he forgot about me after our first meeting.
“Tss. Damn.” I heard Frank say from his seat. When I turned to look at him, I found him frowning with one eye closed and a gritted grin.
“What’s wrong?” I couldn’t tell by his expression if he was in pain or just laughing at something. He moved his left foot tapping the floor of the car repeatedly as if he were in discomfort.
“I need to pee.” He said and then bites his bottom lips, scrunching his nose.
“Oh! I thought you were in pain,” I said.
“Yes, I am in pain.” He said to me holding onto his inner thigh.
“Um, we need to make a stop,” he added.
“A stop? Here? We are in the middle of nowhere.” I said moving my eyebrows up and looking at him.
“Unless you want me to pee on my trousers. We are making a stop.” He glanced at me right after turning the wheel to the left, leaving the road, and stopping the car right next to a field.
“Stay here.” he alighted from the car.
“Where are you going to?” I asked frantically as I saw him open the driver’s door.
“To pee!!” He answered me as if it was the most stupid question someone could have asked.
Then, he left the car, throwing the door on his way. I stayed inside with my mouth open, turning my head to where he was heading to.
He hid between some bushes, checking if someone was around. I stared with my mouth wide open. It was a hilarious moment.
“Are you seriously peeing there?” I asked as soon as I rolled the window down, feeling a few drops of rain hit my hand. He turned his head to look at me and blushed.
“Terry, I’m trying to pee!” He yelled from where he stood, making me laugh.
“If you keep looking… I won’t do it.”
“Oh! Really? Now, you know how it feels like when someone snoops on you.” I yelled back, hiding my laugh.
“So now we are even,” I said.
“See, if you don’t look away, I’m turning around.” He looked at me dead serious with his hands tucked in front.
“Do you want the full picture?” Frank said jokingly.
“Frank!” I yelled.
He laughed sheepishly and just when he was about to turn around, I quickly closed my eyes and moved my face the other way.
“Keep it in your trousers!” I said.
“Yes! I will, ma.” He smirked while going back on his business.
After two minutes or so, he returned to the car. He sat down and closed his door. He looked up at me, hiding a laugh on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, looking away. He was actually the Frank I remembered from back then.
“How does it feel to snoop on me?” He asked with a smirk on his face, opening the front compartment and taking a bottle of hand sanitizer out.
“Not cool at all,” I responded with a chuckle, looking at the bottle.
“You were about to flash me. I think it was fun.” He chuckled cheekily, placing the bottle back inside
“I think you have learned your lessons.”
“Oh, yeah, I did. Never doing it again.”
“Good.” He smirked at me, pulling down the lever brake. “Let’s get back on the road,” he added.
Once the car was ignited again on the tarred road, he touched the GPS that was currently on hold. It didn’t turn on again. So I decided to be a great co-pilot and helped. I pressed the ‘On’ button a few times but nothing happened. After a few tries, it turned on but the screen was glitching and made it hard for me to see the map. I turned it off and when I turned it on again, the letters on the screen were Chinese. What the fuck!
“Oh no!” I looked at the device not knowing what to do.
“What did you do?” Frank asked, looking concerned. A Chinese voice came out of the speakers making me frown in confusion.
“Nothing! I did nothing. I think it broke.” I confessed, pressing a few words and that made it to change the language; from Chinese to Portuguese. “Jeez!”
After some tries, I finally did it. I managed to change the language back to English and left the damn device alone.
“Finally….” He said.
“You should be thankful I’m here to fix your broken GPS,” I said with a proud smile on my face. I grabbed the bottle of wine from the bag and opened the small wrapper on top. “I deserve to have a drink.”
“You were the one that broke it in the first place.” He chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Still… I managed to fix it.” I finally took the cork out, taking the bottle to my lips.
“Cheers to me.”
“Cheers to you, I guess.” He chuckled once again, taking his bottle of water up.
“Don’t drink that much. I don’t want you to fall asleep.”
“Okay, that only happened once.” I looked at him gasping.
“And I was drinking pure Vodka, not wine.”
“Still….” He smiled, not even glancing at me.
“Save me some for later, when it’s your turn to drive.” He said.
“My turn to drive?” I moved an eyebrow up.
“Yeah. You weren’t thinking I have been driving the whole hours. Were you?” He glanced briefly at me.
I shrugged
“I guess it never crosses my mind,” I replied.
Then it occurred to me I once told him I was a badass driver and how I drove my family to church on Sundays. Remembering all those times my dad used to freak out every time I was behind the wheel.
“Well, you’re a girl. It’s understandable.” He said it as if it was the most common thing to say. “Girls just weren’t born to have good driving skills.” He added.
“Excuse me?” I punched his arm softly, keeping in mind he was driving. “We are capable of anything.”
“I’m just saying anyways…”
“If you must know, there are hundreds of studies on the subject. Just google it. Women are most dangerous behind the wheel than men.”
“Oh okay! You won.” He said.
“Yeahhhhh…. I won! Women are not underdogs!”
“Okay, I agree. Well, I’m stopping right there. You’ll take over from here.” he said.
Immediately, a chill ran down my spine; frightening thoughts raced through my mind, and a haze of fear surrounded me.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer
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