highway to hell (will&christian)

A circonstances exceptionnelles, décision exceptionnelle. Pour une fois, Noah avait accepté un coup de main, sous la forme d’une invitation à passer cette foutue quarantaine chez Will. Elle comprenait parfaitement le pourquoi du comment de cet enfermement, qu’on soit clairs. Ca ne voulait pas dire que se retrouver coincée entre quatre murs lui plaisait. Bon, il y avait un peu plus que quatre murs chez McCoy, mais ça revenait au même : une prison, en version plus luxueuse… et avec une gardienne imprévue qui rendait cette période de confinement forcé moins fun qu’il n’aurait pu l’être quand on connaissait les deux amis. Noah alternait donc entre d’une part, être tout ce que la blonde détestait - elle-même, en fait, but much more in your face - et éviter la blonde. Parce qu’il fallait se la farcir, quand même, et que Noah était rarement - okay, jamais - d’humeur à jouer les hypocrites avec ce genre de personne. She needed breaks. Breaks that she took, sometimes joined by Will, in the garage.

Bon, l’endroit n’était pas digne de ce que Noah appelait un garage. C’était le type de garage où des riches entreposaient leur voitures de luxe, sans jamais mettre les mains dans le cambouis. Ca manquait d’outils. Noah en avait quelques uns, et elle et Will avaient réussi à mettre la main sur une vieille boîte à outils, c’était déjà ça de gagné. Un vieux camion, ayant appartenu au grand-père de Will, était aussi entreposé là, ce qui leur donnait une bonne raison de s’éclipser, de temps à autres. Une activité que Christian trouvait sûrement déplacée pour une femme, ce qui en faisait justement l’échappatoire parfaite. Noah s’était d’ailleurs éclipsée dès que la future mariée avait commencé à râler du possible report de ses noces, pour ne revenir qu’une fois la tempête passée, sauter dans une douche rapide, and let herself fall on the couch in the least lady-like position she could muster. I’m booooooooored, she said, stealing the remote control from Will’s hands, flashing a devilish smile. She stopped on a channel known to broadcast car races, and car shows, and anything cars. Ca changeait des infos, qui tournaient en boucle sur le virus, et Trump, et Trump, et le virus - qui provoquaient parfois des débats houleux - et des choix télévisuels un peu trop proprets de Christian, dont Noah ne manquait pas une occasion de se moquer. Ah, that’s better.

Le confinement devait être drôle. Oui, oui, Will habitait toujours seul parce qu’il n’était pas marié. Quand le gouvernement a commencé à fortement recommander aux gens de rester chez eux, il n’avait pas été le futur mari idéal. Christian avait un toit à Concord, ok? He thought she wouldn’t want to sleep under her futur roof with him confinement ou pas, puisque avant l’isolation it was a no  no. So he texted his good friend. She leaves in a car. Probably having to go get food almost, if not, everyday. Doing her laundry in laundry rooms, etc.
So he texted her, selling his place like the perfect  place to chill while in lockdown. It was for a few days, because Christian didn’t take this virus seriously at first or she wasn’t aware Will was sharing his home with another sexy lady. She had nothing to worry about, she was in the same state.
Now that they are three, he doesn’t even know if he’s allowed to sleep next to her. At first he fainted falling asleep in front of the tv. Getting in one of the extra room meant knowingly going to sleep far away from her. In the living room… It was an accident. Maybe being locked inside changed Jesus rules. One good thing about this is that if it last long enough they would actually know each other. Have lived in the same house. Willy would know if running was good or bad intuition.
He was bored of the news, so on his phone looking at idiots (like him) filming themselves try stupid things and usually fail. Until he heard cars. A race was on. Is it an old one? He didn’t follow the sport well enough, but he knew Noah’s family did because of her dad.

Une fois de plus, Dieu mettait la foi de son plus fidèle agneau au test. Un examen ultime, Christian en était persuadée, pour s'assurer qu'elle soit digne du cadeau que son maître lui préparait - Un mariage parfait, une virginité envolée.

The test was simple and horribly hard. A plague of biblical proportions had been ravaging the country had now come to concord. It was vile. It was disgusting. It was evil incarnate and it had a name.

Noah.

As if that girl could build an ark by herself. As if she was, or would ever be worthy of the humanity's only lifeboat. She wasn't deserving of that name, of the story behind it or of a spot in William's garage. God sure had been clever naming her - he knew Christian would hear that name and see the contradictions. His plan was clear, he wanted his sheep at home with her fiancé, while the devil danced around them, testing their faith. That's why he had made up that fake sickness the liberals were so afraid of - they had to stay inside until the wedding, see how pure they would keep, how much they would stray.

They wouldn't. Christian deserved a great wedding. If that meant convincing the devil to get baptized, she was the girl to do it. So, fearing nothing, Cole made her way to the men's domain, the garage, carrying a plate of raw veggies to make herself look like a good housewife (she would have made cookies, but didn't want a fat frat boy in a tuxedo waiting for her down the aisle). There, belzebuth was watching tv with william. Old race. Cars going around in a circle. Very interesting stuff. Carrots? She presented the plate, making herself pretty visible standing right in front of the screen. They wouldn't miss much anyway. Cars in a circle. Old race. Maybe a flash of Christian's mom's boobs in the stands - You know, the usual stuff.