Stone did not look away when I caught him staring. He continued to watch me carefully.

"What are you looking at, Lurch?" I tried to remain calm as I forced out the question from my dry throat.

The soft look in his eyes remained as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

"I was just wondering if you are going in the water with your clothes." The gravelly voice was quiet and low when he shared his thoughts "I have not seen you anything but your band t-shirts."

"You are one to talk." I pointed out before laughing "Do you ever stop dressing like Danny Zuko?"

He shifted the gear stick as he let out a single rough chuckle. Or what I assumed to be a chuckle.

To keep myself distracted from panicking, I spoke to him again "Band tees make up ninety five percent of my wardrobe."

"What is the other five percent?" Stone questioned, continuing to watch me in the mirror and occasionally glancing at the road.

"I have a dress but that is for special occasional." I told him before remarking "I am saving it for your funeral when I get to dance on your grave."

Stone laughed. It was a rough deep noise that shook his chest and reverberated around the car.

It was not just a chuckle. It was a full-on laugh.

A wave of accomplishment hit me from achieving the impossible and I could not help but smile.

I could not explain the toe-curling euphoria I got from making him laugh. I felt my whole body tingle and my heartbeat faster at the grumble of a laugh that was hard to call a laugh because it was so low octaved.

I was grateful for Stone in that moment because he had offered a distraction for me. Unconsciously or not, he had made me forget for a moment or two.

I closed the window when I started to feel slightly better and then I turned to Lana to mention to her "It is boiling outside. Like Sahara Desert hot."

"Did you not get enough breeze in gym class with your t-shirt?" A husky voice interjected from the front of the car.

"Right. That is it." I responded with a scowl before leaning forward and closer to the driver seat while I ranted out "What I do and what I wear is none of your concern. If I want to traverse the halls naked then you keep your eyes down, shut your mouth and you mind your own business."

Stone caught the irritated look in my eye.

I narrowed my eyes up at the mirror that he was watching me through.

Silence filled the car until a grumble came from the bulky hollow-sounding chest that sounded a lot like "Sorry."

"What was that?" I asked him so he would speak louder.

Stone said it louder, but it was not any less of a grumble "Sorry."