*Calvin*
We load the car, and Peter takes Dad’s bag. “Audrey is bringing stuff for you when we meet up with her.”
“My clothes aren’t good enough?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I doubt you have a tuxedo in there,” Peter says, waving him off. He walks around the front of the car, but Dad walks behind, and they meet at the driver’s side door. “I suppose you want to drive?”
“Of course,” Dad says, holding his hand out for the keys. Peter makes no move to give them to him.
I sigh, walking up between them and holding my own hand out. “I’ll f*****g drive.” Peter places the keys in my outstretched hand, and I open the door and turn it on. “Can you two figure out who sits in the back, or do I need to decide that, too?”
Dad smirks, but he opens the door and sits behind me. “Give me all
