"You're driving," Duncan orders, tossing keys in my face. I reach my free hand out and get a finger on them but they fall to the ground anyways.
I bend down to pick them up, noticing Duncan rolling his eyes as he walks over to the passenger side of his truck. Standing up with keys in hand, I stammer, "What?"
"Might as well get some use out of you while you're still big enough to drive," Duncan explains. He tosses his duffel bag into the bed of his truck and steps into the passenger seat.
I struggle even more with my backpack and bag against the door, but somehow I pull the backseat door open and heave my stuff into the back seat. After wrestling with the front door, I climb into the driver's seat and ask, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
I bend down to pick them up, noticing Duncan rolling his eyes as he walks over to the passenger side of his truck. Standing up with keys in hand, I stammer, "What?"
"Might as well get some use out of you while you're still big enough to drive," Duncan explains. He tosses his duffel bag into the bed of his truck and steps into the passenger seat.
I struggle even more with my backpack and bag against the door, but somehow I pull the backseat door open and heave my stuff into the back seat. After wrestling with the front door, I climb into the driver's seat and ask, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"