Laci had excused J from the room as she readied herself. I just five short minutes, she was a whirlwind leaving the room completely transformed. Her dance clothes had been shed and instead she wore a sundress and flats. "Definitely a record. I didn't think it was possible for women to dress that quickly." he laughed. The two made their way to the car and when Laci went to the driver side, Jason held no complaints. He didn't mind riding instead of driving. Sure, his lack of control worried him a little, but it wasn't a big deal.
As they took off, Jason slumped down into his seat, starting as the trees flew past. "I'm sure we won't be the last ones." J told her just before the car veered onto the side of the road. Looking at Laci, Jason could see that her face had paled and when she turned away from him, Jason could see her covering her mouth in the reflection of the window. In a matter of seconds, the door was open and Laci was deeply breathing in and out.
"Lace.." he began, "are you okay?" Jason opened his own door, got out, and padded around to where Laci was bent from her seat. "Maybe you should let me drive?" he asked her, brushing the fishtail behind her and holding the single curl she'd left out. He was worried, no doubt. He'd never been one to deal with these type of situations and he honestly had no idea how to take care of someone. After his parents had been murdered, Jason had turned off that switch - the one that showed any regard for anyone else's feelings. Laci was slowly, but surely bringing it out in him, even if they both refused to admit it. "Talk to me, Lace. What's going on?"