Restless Roads Z.M

Carter is on a trip to find her boyfriend in a foreign country where he was on a working trip. As her journey goes along, she meets strangers and finds a few surprizes of her own from the people whom she will least expect it from.


3. Chapter 3

I felt someone shaking me slightly. 

"Morning Sunshine..." I heard a sarcastic ring in my ear.

I opened my eyes to try and recognise the unfamiliar voice. My eyes met those of the bartender from last night. But why was he here? Where is 'here' exactly? I looked around
me to find I was laid down on a couch, and there was a blanket over me. My natural instinct was to panic, as one does.

"Don't worry. Nothing happened. You fell asleep so I moved you to the sofa in the break room. Besides I don't think that there were any hotels open at that hour." He chuckled.

"Wait, where did you sleep?" I asked worried.

"I took one of the booths out front."

"You didn't have to do that you know." I felt really guilty, that wasn't neccesary.  

"Yeah well..." His eyes nervously looked around as he blushed. "I can take you to my place so that you can get ready, Yeah?"

I nodded. He grabbed his keys and a jacket. We headed out of the pub and outside, there was an old, Chevy Pickup Truck. He got in on his side ofthe car and left me to standing outside.

"Aren't you going to open my door for me." I said through the closed window. He opened the window and looked at me.


"I'm the driver, not the schauffer." I sighed and climbed in, slamming the door hard on purpose. 

 The van made a dangerous rusty sound as it started. 

"She's just a diamond in the rough." He said proudly. I just nodded my head and offered him a smile. After another try of getting the van to move, it took off with a big leap.
I cluched my hand to my chest as the vehicle bolted away. It slowed down as soon as it was running smoovely. We didn't talk much during the ride. He stopped infront of
an even older apartment. He opened the front door for me and led me to the front door. 

"The bathroom is down the hall, first door to your left." He enlightened my curiosity. 

"Thanks." I followed his directions to the bathroom, with a clean set of clothes and my vanity bag. The refelection in the mirror didn't look like me at all. The bags under my eyes,
the makeup smudging, making me look like a racoon. Even my hair stood everywhere but where it should be. I cleaned my face, brushed my teeth and got changed.

I found the still nameless guy on the couch.

"You ready to leave?" He asked annoyed. 

"Sure." I tried to sound happy. He sighed and muttered something among the lines of 'So annoying...'. The truck made those horrifieng noices again as it took off. 

The traffic was really bad. When the captain said that the weather would be horrible, he wasn't joking. You couldn't see anything on the road. 

"We haven't really met yet have we?" I asked him. He didn't talk to me at all, and playing games on my phone was getting boring.

"I'd rather keep it profesional." He answered without taking his eyes off of the road.

"Yeah, but we're going to be on the road for a long time, like five days. And I think we're are going to have to keep eachother company if we like it or not."

"Would it make you stop talking if I tell you my name?"

"Probably not." I chirped on. 

"At this point I'm willing to try anything." He said. I don't get his whole bad boy act. He was trying to be either tuff or he's just mean.

"I'm Zayn." 

"Zayn, I'm Carter." 

"Great Carter, now will you please shut up."
I sighed and crossed my arms. I don't think I can do 5 days of this. And with the weather being terrible, I think we might add another day or 2. Fantastic! A week with Mr.Badass
in a truck so old, when you pull the clutch the spare could start wheel spining. I'll make him talk to me, even if it's just him telling me that I'm annoying.

"So Zayn, where you from? You're obviously not from here." He swiftly looked at me.

"I'm from Badford. I moved here for college." He answered my question as if it was no problem. No 'shut up.' or 'We're only at day 1 one and you're already a pain in the ass.' Just the 
simple answer I was looking for. I took the converstation further.

"Why Browndell? Here's nothing. The population can't be more than 250 people."

"It's really quiet, and I just wanted to get away from everything."

"That's nice."

"I noticed that you have a british accent yourself? Where you from?"

"Oh,uhm... I'm from Essex. But I'm just going to visit my boyfriend in LA."

"Your boyfriend?" He asked slowly. I couldn't read the expression on his face, but he quickly covered it with a smug smile. "Poor guy." He continued. 

"Yeah, We have been dating a year and a half or so. What about you?"

"Oh no, not at the moment."


The conversation died down after that. I spent a great deal of the trip looking at him. He was really handsome. All this time in the car gave me time to slowly observe his 
features. The way he would clench his jaw, and the veins on his neck and arms would shoot out everytime a wreckless driver would swing infront of us. His skin was real
tanned and his accent wasn't very strong, just enough to be recognized. His hair was quiffed up, messely and he was wearing a flannel with a grey shirt underneath. I noticed
some tattoos peeking out of his sleeve on his arms when he would switch the gears. He had a slight stubble covering his chin and cheeks. His eyes was a deep brown which I could ge tlost in, not that 
I would mind. He was beautiful. I would never tell him ofcourse. He's probably aware of his charming looks. I'm sure his personalityis good, after you get past the hard rock wall he built.

We drove another hour before the engine made a funny noice.

"Shit. Not now baby, not now." He started talking to the car. I found it cute, which is really weird. 'C'mon Carter! You have a boyfriend!' I scolded myself.  

We pulled over, and he jumped out of the van as if it was on fire. I found it all amusing. He opened the bonit of the car and smoke came flying out of the front, sending
a weird sour gasoline smell through the window. I could hear him coughing and swearing. He ran to the back of the truck and came back with a bottle. It was a red bottle 
so I couldn't see what he had in there. He poured it into a cap and slammed the bonit shut before jumping into back into the drivers seat and starting the car. 

"Everything good?" I asked.

He nodded.

"She just needed some TLC." He said seriously.

"TLC? That's the most stupid thing I've heard." I chuckled.

"Ok, the engine was just a heating up and I just cooled it down."  I laughed at him, and he even laughed with me. 

The van once again leaped off, and the routine of cursing and swearing took it's turn. Silence filled the car Zayn turned on the radio. Buda Pest by George Ezra started playing
and he startd to sing along. He wasn't bad, he just didn't know the words. I started laughing at him. He looked at me confused.

"What? Am I that bad?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"No, you're great! You just don't know the words." I laughed again.

"I know the words!" He defended. I shook my head in disbelief as let out a deep chuckle. 

We loudly sang a horrible duet, and would probably put George Ezra to shame

"My acres of a land I have achieved
It may be hard for you to stop and believe
But for you Oooohhh
For you Oooohhhh

This time it was Zayn was the one laughing at me.


"Adoobeedoo? And you say that I've got the lyrics wrong! It,s 'I'd leave it all." We laughed together and sang the chorus.

"Give me one good reason why I should never make a change...
Baby If you hold me then all of this would go away."

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