“I’m ok. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get something to eat maybe.” Bette said carefully.

“Uhm…” Shane looked back towards the house and then back at Bette. “Sure, I need to change first, can you wait?”

Bette nodded. “Of course.”

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Bette placed her hands on the dashboard as Shane swerved in and out of traffic. She had been driving like a maniac from the moment that they got into the Jeep. Bette was not liking this one bit.

“Shane what’s going on?” Bette said keeping her eyes on the road. “Maybe we could pull over and talk….FUCK!” The end of the sentence reaching unbelievable octaves, as the Jeep almost clipped the side of another car. The car honked at Shane as they passed.

“MUNCH ON THIS NIMROD!” Shane yelled back at the other driver, giving them the finger.

“Ok, can we just please pull over and talk?” Bette asked.

Shane held onto the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. “We will be at the Planet soon.”

“Shane! You are going to fucking kill us before we get there!” Bette’s eyes got wider when she saw Shane approaching a little too closely to the rear end of the car in front of her. Bette immediately covered her eyes. “Fine, just tell me when we get there, please.”

Shane rolled her eyes and then honked her own horn. “Uhm, helloooooooooo the speed limit isn‘t 15 asshole!”

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Shane walked into the Planet and shook her hair out, she spotted Kit and pointed to her , smiling. As Shane walked to the counter, Bette followed behind her slowly. She looked around the place and tried to fix her hair nonchalantly. Kit glanced at her sister and then quickly did a double take.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kit asked putting a hand on her hip.

Bette’s hair was sticking out in all directions. “I don’t care if I‘m bleeding to death and Shane is the last person on earth to drive me to a hospital, I am never driving with Shane again!”

Shane smirked and Kit laughed. Bette gave them both the shut-the fuck-up look, which made them both laugh harder.

“Do you want some coffee or food, Shane?” Kit asked still laughing.