I started humming to myself.Damn it.I was legit going to pee my pants.
Miller pulled over to the side of the road. “Go ahead.”
I looked out the window at the rows and rows of corn stalks. Um…what? “I can’t pee on the side of the road! I’ll be arrested!”
“Well don’t just drop your pants right on the side of the road. Hide behind some of the corn stalks. Be discreet about it. I’ll keep lookout.” He reached across me and opened up my door. “Go.”
But… God.I didn’t exactly have any other options. “But there’s no toilet paper.” It was my last line of defense. I couldn’t pee on someone’s farmland. There was zero way this was happening.
“Use this.” He pulled off his hoodie and tossed it at me.
Um…what now?“You want me to use your hoodie as toilet paper? That’s a bit extreme. Don’t you have something…smaller?”
He shrugged.
Okay, fine.This was happening. I didn’t have time to overthink it or I’d pee myself. I stumbled out of the car with his hoodie in my hand and ran through the corn stalks until I was a safe distance away from the road and any prying eyes. I dropped my pants and squatted down just in time to not pee all over myself.
I sighed. I felt so much better. But I really wished I’d had a pen and paper to try to leave a note to the farmhands that I was being kidnapped and needed help. And then I started laughing. I started laughing and I couldn’t stop. What the fuck was my life?
I was about to wipe with Miller’s hoodie, but then thought better of it. The corn stalks were dry and sad. I was pretty sure they were harvested in the summer, not the fall. So I looked around and grabbed a leaf. I quickly wiped and pulled up my pants.
Whenever I saw Matt again we could laugh about this. I was pretty sure he’d find it hilarious. Rob definitely would. God, I really missed my friends. The cool autumn wind blew and I pulled Miller’s hoodie on.
Part of me wanted to turn around and just keep running through the corn stalks. To get as far away from my dad as possible. I looked off into the distance at the woods. But I’d never do that to Miller. I shook my head and retreated back to the SUV.
Miller eyed me as I climbed back in the car.
“What?”
“Did you…use that to wipe and then put it on?”
I started laughing again. “No. I was resourceful.”
He started laughing too. “I have no idea what you mean by that. Did you wipe with an ear of corn?”
“No.” I lightly shoved his shoulder.
He winced and I pulled back.
“I’m so sorry. I…”Oh my God.He was only wearing a t-shirt now. There were deep cuts and bruises all over his arms.
“It’s okay. It was worth seeing you laugh.”
I forced a smile back onto my face.
He cleared his throat. “I called your dad and got directions. We should probably get back on the road.”
“Here, let me give this back…” I started to pull off his hoodie but he caught my arm.
“No, keep it. I’m overheated. And it looks better on you anyway.”
Before I could respond, he pulled the car back on the road.
I was happy he wasn’t hiding his scars from me anymore. I was even happier that the smell of his cologne was on the hoodie. Ifelt myself sinking into my seat, surrounded by the warmth of the hoodie. It was like a big Miller hug.
“Are you sniffing my hoodie?” he asked.
“What? No.” I pulled the front of it down, away from my face.
