Creative Writing: Reid's Car Driving To Telluride

Before I know it I am in Reid’s car driving to Telluride. It is a two hour drive and it gets more unbearable by the minute. I can't get out of my own head. I keep thinking about what he did and why he did it and if it was even real. Then he says something I wasn't expecting at all.
“How is your brother doing?” he says with concern.
“Liam? I haven't talked or seen him in a while. I have kind of been out of it lately.”
“ I visited him the other day. I thought he might like some company so I brought him lunch.” And there it is, the sweet, kind Reid I have always known and loved.
“You did? How was he?”
“Quiet but that's normal. He says he really misses you. The jail time has really taken a toll on him.” My brother had always been a good kid, he just got thrown into the wrong crowd. I know they probably had him do way worse stuff than start a fire, but I never asked what. As we continue driving, snow falls softly on the roads and on the windshield. In fifteen minutes the roads are slick and I am getting nervous. It brings back awful memories of when I was in a wreck because my car fishtailed. My car flipped and the police officers said I was lucky to be alive. Reid hits a bump in the road and loses control of the car and skids all over the road. He pumps the breaks and luckily pulls it over to the side of the road.
“I am so sorry Iris!” He says pulling me into him for a hug; his chin on the top of my head.
He knew how scary my previous wreck was and he must feel so bad. I am so scared that I don't even care about the Dareon drama (at least for now.)
“I am so sorry! This was supposed to be a relaxing trip and all it did was bring back bad memories!” He kisses the top of my head and then without thinking he kisses my cheek and his face turns redder than a
tomato.
“It's okay! I am just glad we are okay!” I say with a small smile. “How much farther till your mom’s cabin?”
“Just fifteen more minutes. I will drive super slow.” Reid holds my hand the rest of the way until we get to his house.
I know we are in the country when I hear the gravel crushing against our tires and the fresh snow and the evergreen trees around Reid’s cabin. Reid puts the car in park and we both hop out of the car. He grabs my duffelbag out of the backseat and we make our way up to the house. I have only been to his mom’s house a few times when I was little. I won’t lie, I am a little nervous. Reid’s parents split a few years after mine did. I can tell it is still really hard on him.