Turn Right You're Going To Crash!

“Cofffffeeeee,” Sherly said lazily, practically stumbling down the stairs. “I need coffeeeee.”

Milky Milk walked past her with a bored expression on his face. “What are you doing up at six? You don’t ever get out of bed until, like, after one.”

“Very funny,” Sherly responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Suddenly her face lit up. “We should go to a coffee shop! I haven’t had good coffee in forever- I like mine iced, not hot like you make it. Plus, you always put way too much milk in it- no offense.”

“None taken.” Milky Milk said dryly before making a sour face. “But iced coffee?That’s disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“So I’m told.”

“Well you were told right.”

“Pilk is here.”

“WHAT?”

Milky shrugged. “I think Strawberry Milk clogged his toilet and he had to use the bathroom.”

“So at five in the morning he drove all the way to our house to use the toilet? Ha! Classic,” Sherly chuckled. “But anyway, let's get coffee! PILK COME ON, WE’RE GETTING COFFEE!”

Milky Milk groaned. “Can you stop the screaming?”

Sherly sighed. “I thought I already told you I was incapable of such a thing.”

Before Milky could respond, Pilk came in, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked suspiciously.

“Getting coffee,” Sherly chirped. “And I call driving!”

She scrambled to the door and took the keys from the hook, spinning them on her finger with a gleeful smile.

“Uh, those are my keys, and you are not driving. Period.” Pilk deadpanned, reaching out his hand to grab the keys from Sherly.

She scrambled away. “No no no! PLEASE Pilk. I need this! Your truck is just so cool.”

Pilk crossed his arms against his chest, glaring for a moment.

After a while, he finally spoke. “Fine, you can drive- but you have to be extra careful. And I call shotgun.”

A few minutes later- after Milky Milk had done his fair share of whining and Sherly had learned the basics of using stick shift- they were off.

“So, uh, Pilk. Since you’re shotgun, you have to be my navigator. Pull the map out of the glove box, would you? I haven’t been to this cafe before so-”

“You haven’t been? I thought you knew where we were going!” Pilk snapped.

“Um, I do. We’re going to Chimichangas!”

“That's the name of the cafe?” Milky Milk asked from the back seat, gazing out a window.

“I know right? Deceiving, but I like it. It sorta reminds me of that one time-”

Pilk cut Sherly off as he unfolded the map and pointed out his window. “Turn right over there, it should be just around the corner. If we make this light, th- what are you doing!?” Pilk shouted as Sherly took a right on the wrong street.

“I’m taking a right, just like you said!”

“Uh, I said take a right over there, one street up!”

“THERE IS LITERALLY THE NAME OF THIS STREET! YOU SHOULD HAVE SPECIFIED!”

“WHAT ARE YOU YELLING F- TURN RIGHT TURN RIGHT! YOU’RE GOING TO CRASH INTO THAT STOP SIGN!”

Sherly jerked the wheel to the right as she continued to yell at Pilk.

“I ALMOST CRASHED! YOU’RE THE NAVIGATOR! HOW COULD YOU LET ME DO THAT?”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU’RE THE ONE AT THE WH-”

“Can you turn the music up?” Milky interrupted from the back, still staring out a window.

“Turn it up for him, will you? AND STOP TELLING ME ITS MY FAULT WE ALMOST CRASHED! JUST BECAUSE I’M THE DRIVER DOESN’T MEAN IT’S MY FAULT!”

“Are we almost there?”

“No, Milk. AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS, SHERLY!”

“WELL IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR LETTING ME DRIVE YOUR CAR AT SIX IN THE MORNING! NOW I HAVE SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND POWER- HAHA!”

“TRUST ME, I AM NOT EVER LETTING YOU DRIVE THIS AGAIN.”

“Can you two stop yelling?” Milky asked.

“STAY OUT OF THIS, MILKY!” They both shouted.

“Oh look,” Milky said, ignoring them. “We’re here!”

“PILK WHAT ARE YOU- we are? Oh, sweet. I’ll just park right here…”

“You’re impossible, Sherly,” Pilk sighed.

“Impossibly awesome, I know,” she responded with a grin.

The three of them hopped out of the car and headed into the shop. It smelt like hot cinnamon and dark coffee.

“Ohhhh, this is so great!” Sherly squealed.

A woman popped up from behind the coffee counter. Sherly and Milky Milk jumped, but Pilk seemed unamused.

“What are you kids doing in here?” she asked.

“Well, it's a coffee shop,” Pilk said bluntly, his hands in his pockets. “We’re here to buy coffee.”

The woman gave them a funny look. “The shop doesn’t open for another hour, kids.”

Pilk blinked, slowly turning to Sherly. Sherly laughed nervously.

“You might want to start running,” Pilk warned darkly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Sherly agreed, and then took off. Pilk was close behind.

Milky Milk sighed. “The shop’s open, isn’t it?”

The woman behind the counter nodded. “Yeah, it was just a joke. Coffee?” she asked, holding up a cup.

“Coffee,” Milky Milk agreed. He ordered for himself and his friends.

The woman behind the counter smiled. “On the house, since I scared off the other two. It'll be a nice surprise when they get back.”

And with that, Milky Milk sat down inside the coffee shop, sipping his drink and staring out the window, waiting for his friends and wondering which of them would be the driver on the way home.

THE END

Also apparently the story is too short to submit. I need to add a whole bunch of words to even save it, so this is my fill in for such a rule. I was about 80 words short unfortunately, and now I fear I sound stupid just spitting things out of my mouth like this. Only I wrote this story a while ago and already like how it is. Adding anything would just take away from the story. Anyway I hope this is enough to cover the word limit. Sigh.