... Logan ...
Part o9
When Logan is finally finished showering and recovering and convincing himself that he isn't completely batshit insane, Micah is already gone. He's probably back in his own room Logan thinks.
He grabs the backpack, tosses it on the bed and roots around in the top pocket for a change of clothes. Still carefully avoiding any items that don't look like clothing he pulls out some clean items. The shirt he swings around his shoulders smells of home and he feels his mood dampen as he buttons the front. He really has to get his shit together.
The dream has stayed with him in wisps like a drunken haze. The thumping returns to him momentarily and he remembers 'south'. And - it's as good a direction as any isn't it? He's sort of headed that direction already. Dirty clothes stuffed into the backpack, Logan takes a moment to scan the room and make sure he hasn't forgotten anything.
There's a note on the bed side table scrawled on the back of a beer label. "BREAKFAST!"
Logan slides into the booth across from Micah 10 minutes later. Micah slid a menu across the table at him deliberately ramming it into his stomach. "Pick something! I'm starving!"
The waitress takes their orders as soon as Logan closes his menu and then they have coffee steaming in front of them.
"I," Logan announces dramatically, "have a headache."
Micah laughs quietly and salutes Logan with a glass of water before gulping it down. "Sorry about the lamp this morning." Logan can't help smiling.
Micah chuckles, "its ok it was late anyway. You know which way you're headed today?" "South." Logan nods to himself. South.
"Mind if I catch another lift?"
Logan smiles. "Sure." He'd rather have the company than an empty cab. If he has to think anymore he knows he will crack.
When the waitress brings their food they eat ravenously. They're done eating and back on the road in less than 40 minutes with Logan behind the wheel.
Micah scoots his ass forward on the truck seat and tries to stretch the kinks out of his back. "Why south?"
"It seemed like a good direction."
Micah fidgets again, scratching his chest through the threadbare materials on his light blue t-shirt. "Back roads or freeways?"
"Hadn't thought about it."
"Can we not drink tonight?"
Logan laughs.
The hours pass by quickly. They amuse themselves with counting the Amen's and hallelujahs on an evangelical radio show.
They make up new meanings for the road signs they pass.
Logan speaks about his last girlfriend and how she didn't want to leave the town they grew up in. He tells Micah about his school trip to the coast in high school and how he was determined to live somewhere else eventually.
Micah shares some stories about his little sister, Laynie, and how she got him in trouble when they were young by writing on the walls. Everyone blamed Micah because they didn't think his sister could write yet.
When they found themselves arguing about who would win a fight if a shark and a tiger were fighting in space - Micah pronounced them officially stir crazy and suggested they stop for a break
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