"Do you think we should stop some times soon?" Ellie winced with her blond hair whipping in the wind. She looked over at Evan who had his eyes on the road.

They'd turned off the radio sometime ago. Ellie reached over turn it back on.

"Don't." Evan clicked off the radio.

"But why, the weather could be getting bad," Ellie said. "What if we're driving into a tornado."

"We won't."

She remained even lipped. She wanted to believe him, but she couldn't. Maybe it didn't matter anymore.

For the first time it was beginning to hit her that maybe she wasn't the smartest tool in the shed.

This was suppose to be fun. He said it would be fun.

"Have we even had any fun yet?" She was cross. Maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to see her true colors now. She wasn't exactly a Barbie doll.

"El, don't start it," he gave her a look. "I'm tired. You're tired. When it gets dark we'll find us a room. We'll soak in the pool." He kept driving.

"What if I need to pee." Actually, she didn't have too. She just didn't want to go any farther into that storm than they had too. "I think we should find a spot right now. You know, get something to eat. Call my sister."

"You said you weren't going to do that."

"All right. I won't. I won't call my sister," she said it, but didn't mean it. He was the one with her cell phone.

By anyone else, it would look like she'd been kidnapped. Maybe abducted. A cold wave a wind came over her then and she felt a chill.

She hugged herself then. She wanted to be home in her own basement, but she told him she loved him. And she'd do whatever he asked. Yet here she was waiting for a tornado to hit.