Benny smirked triumphantly as he drummed his fingers to the beat of the song. I tried not pay attention to him as I gazed out the window. Other cars passed by with a whiz. It only reminded me if the incedent and I slightly winced. I would never be able to forget til the day I die, and even then I'll probably have to deal with it.

His fingers continued to thump only getting me even more irritated. I was used to his off-key singing, his air guitar movements, and his constant drumming but today I didn't want to hear it. I didn't even want to hear the radio tight now. So, I reached forward and shut it off. A slight gasp escaped Benny ' s mouth.

"Hey, you know that was my jam!" I simply rolled my eyes. I didn't care if it was his 'jam'. I honestly just didn't care at the moment. He seemed to notice and his once slacked jaw, became firm and he raised an eyebrow. I ignored his looks and stared at my hands.

He knew not to bother me. I had these days sometimes where nothing goes right and everyone knows not to mess with me. They know to keep their distance, not to ask unnecessary questions, and to just let me be alone.

It all started when I woke up. I was actually having a dream, which was unusual, and I was so startled by my alarm clock that I fell out of my bed. After that, my parents ran in, hearing the thump, and started to freak out. They kept asking me if I was alright and if I needed anything. It was so annoying. After I got ready for the day, my favorite cereal was missing. It was literally the only thing that brought me joy in life besides SpongeBob. And even SpongeBob couldn't help me because my parent didn't pay the cable bill in time so I couldn't watch TV. Then I remembered I had the stupid Meet and Greet today so I had to get the whole 'you don't have to go if you don't feel well enough' speech from my parents. I was very tempted to say I was sick so I could get out of it but then I would have to deal with them freaking out. They just don't understand that my legs are the only things that don't work.

They freak out if I sneeze, call the doctor if I get a simple cold, and even call the pastor, I know, to pray for me if I'm too tired to get out of bed. I just wish they would not be so overprotective sometimes.

"What's up, bud?" Benny asked gently nudging my elbow with his. I didn't bother to look up at him and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't call me that." I snapped coldly and he sighed. I felt a guilty feeling in my stomach and sighed. "Look," I looked over at him with sorry eyes. "I didn't mean to snap at you, I've just been..."

"Having a rough day?" He finished for me with I nod. I nodded back and he smiled sadly at me. "Look, if you really don't want to go to this thing, we can turn back around-"

"No," I said quickly before he could find a route back to my house. "I'm fine." His triumphant smirk reappeared back on his face and he turned towards me.

"Good now, turn that frown upside down." I only frowned even more as a goofy grin grew on his face. Sometimes he forgets I'm not a kid but I'm fine with it. I couldn't stop the small smile growing on my face as he continued to make the goofy faces. I soon covered my face in my hands hoping he wouldn't see it.

"Oh my gosh, Benny, you're so embarrassing." I said trying to cover up my smile. His goofy features fell and went back to his normal smile.

"Good, I'm doing my job right." He continued to drive and I turned the radio back on. His 'jam' didn't come back on but he did sing, horriblly, to a bunch of other songs. Before I knew it, we had pulled into a vacant parking lot in front of a church. I looked around for other cars but there weren't any besides an old pickup truck, blue van, and a Honda. Is this the right place? I wondered to myself.

"This is it." He said as if he read my mind.