Apparently my life is too busy for me to enjoy it. Therefore, the novel continues:
When I first met Leo his hair was fire engine red. My mom was understandably concerned but he was unmistakably charming. The dye had since faded to a dusty brown but he always looked like a redhead to me. He was pale, with a smattering of freckles, and a baby face even though his jaw had become more defined as we grew up. He was handsome, but when I looked at his profile all I could see was Joe. The resemblance was uncanny. Leo used to love when people thought that they were siblings. Now it just seemed like a curse.
By the time we were in Indiana the car was suffocating. You probably weren’t aware, but there is actually a Kokomo, Indiana. We passed a large green sign that announced that fact and made my day. My knee jerk reaction was to start singing.
“Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take ya. Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty-”
“Stop, please god” He laughed and shook his head at me. I turned to look at him.
“Leo, where are we going?”
“Does it matter?” He asked innocently.
“Don’t give me that sass,”
“Sass? I would never,” He smiled. “Are you going to trust me?” He asked looking over at me.
“Are you going to watch the road?” I asked skeptically. He kept eye contact and grinned. I glanced from him to the road and back. “Leo!” He laughed but turned to look at the road.
“You’re fine,” He admonished. I glared.