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I swear I'm done with out of state drivers. Granted; I wasn't from New Jersey or New York but I'd like to think I know how to drive the right fucking way. You might call me extreme, but if there is one thing in this world that is the worst thing mankind has ever done, it's defiantly I-95.

Interstate 95 is by far the most atrocious thing in the East Coast and it must be destroyed.

"I don't think not knowing how to drive is why there's traffic all the way from Maryland to Connecticut." Sam remarked sarcastically while turning to look at me with a stupid face.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "No. You're right. It's because of the damn tolls and because the fucking road can't decide if it wants to be two or three lanes. Why can't it be four lanes the whole way?" I complained more to the heavens than to Sam as my voice slowly gained more octaves and frustration.

The weather was looking dark and shitty now too.

"Because then they have to widen all the bridges and exits."

I glared at Sam who held up his hands defensively. "It's rhetorical." I said bluntly.

As if I'm que, my phone started to ring through the speakers in the car. I lazily glanced at the console screen and answered the call when I saw it was Finn. "Thank God," Sam gasped like Finn had just resuscitated him. "Your girlfriend is complaining my head off."

Finn ignored Sam completely as his voice filled the car. "There's two lanes closed going north on the Tappen Zee. Road work or something." I couldn't help but groan before he finished. "Jason thinks we should just get on the GW instead because none of the lanes are closed."

Take note of how Jason said that, not Finn, who has made this trip too many times to count. "Tell Jason to shove that suggestion up his ass." I just about snarled. Maybe I did have a little road rage. "That's what I told him." I heard Al mutter.

"Look, it's two lanes going North versus four. The GW usually takes longer, sure, but it's stop and go on both bridges." Jason yelled from what I assume was the back. Al must have called shot gun on him.

"By the time we get down 9W we would already be across the Tappen Zee. Besides, there is nothing you can say to convince me to take one of the most dangerous bridges in America instead of the newly build Tappen Zee. I'm not looking forwards to dying." I had a fear of bridges and if Jason thought I was going to drive on the George Washington bridge then he was a psychopath and a half. The GW was a combination of the things I loathed the most; bridges, run down construction, traffic, and stupid tourists that don't know how to drive.

"Oh come on!" I couldn't help but yell at the Tennessee sedan keeping a car space ahead of them in stop and go traffic. An Audi saw the open spot and came racing up the brake down to cut in front of the sedan, making everyone slam on the breaks again. "Fucking Midwesterners! Every time I come to this damn city I get stuck behind a Southerner who can't drive or the fucking Belgian tourists that somehow don't know how to walk in a fucking city!"

That John Oliver quote was so true it was painful. Like seriously, do you not know how to walk on a sidewalk with other people? But that's besides the point.

"Damn, road rage much?" Sam joked in a loud voice.

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"Told you, you didn't want to drive with her!" Jason yelled over the phone as I laid on the horn. Maybe I had a little pent up aggression.

"Next person to make fun of me is getting my fist planted in their jaw when we get home." I muttered while glaring pointedly at Sam. He mocked offense and I held back a smirk. At least he wasn't trying to annoy me right now, or else I might literally get out and walk.

At this rate, I might beat them home if I started walking right now.

In that moment, the dark and gloomy skies opened up into a full on downpour unlike anything I'd ever seen in this part of the country. As if my life couldn't get any more difficult, it just had to start raining like it was Florida in a hurricane. "Really? Why are we pulling over?" I asked incredulously as some of the people who had finally started moving at a semi normal speed started to pull into the breakdown lane. The rain was beating down on the car like it was made of solid rock.

I mean, I understand that you need vision to drive, but it's not like these people could drive with their vision so without couldn't be much worse. Now the stop and go is just going to get worse.

I groaned and slumped in my leather seat. I was a complainer in traffic and that I could admit. "Sam?" I asked in a retired tone.

"Yeah?"

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"Do me a favor and grab that pocketknife from the glove box and put me out of my misery."

Sam barked out a laugh and someone chuckled over the phone. "Let's not joke about death right now; she might actually be considering it." My boyfriend added sarcastically.

I swear to god, I'm flying home next time.

***

It wasn't until late that night when Finn and I were doing the dishes, that the rain died down. I guess we wouldn't be having a white Christmas this year either. More like a swampy Christmas Eve. "It feels good to be home." I said while drying a bowl. I was lucky enough to make Finn do the washing which was by far the worst. That boy must really love me.

"Mhm," Finn hummed in agreement before flicking soapy water at my nose with a cheesy grin. I scrunched my nose and wiped the water off with the back of my hand while Finn laughed at me.

I wrapped the black and white checkered towel around my hand and snapped it at Finn's arm. He rolled his green eyes while a throaty laugh left my mouth. I was going to push him but I froze when I saw my father leaning against the doorway with a small smile on his face.