Jon fingered the stone in his pocket, wondering if maybe he could help Zoe out. He didn't really want to go to the mall. And even if he did, she didn't have to babysit him. In this new reality, he was probably about fourteen, definitely old enough to be on his own.
"You know, Zoe...if you don't want to go to the mall...you don't have to."
She looked at him...annoyed. "First Mom orders me to take you along...then you don't want to go?"
He froze. So, she wanted to go, and could drive herself, and he was just tagging along?
"Stop acting like a dork for once and get in the car," Zoe said, sounding like a frustrated older sister. She almost sounded like she cared.
"Fine," he said, getting in the front.
"What? You aren't going to try sitting in the back with my friends like last time?" She said, amused.
He frowned again. While he certainly wasn't looking forward to reliving two years, and hoped he could fix that, Zoe seemed to have mellowed a bit. It was an improvement. "No," he said, unsure of what she was remembering.
"Fine," she said, turning on the car. Music started blaring out of the stereo. She pulled out of the driveway.
