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whatta roadtrip

//smut warning

If you had asked me how I got back to Clay's house, couched in a fluffy gray comforter, wearing a huge sweatshirt, I wouldn't be able to tell you. I also wouldn't be able to tell you why or even how there was a huge motorhome parked in front of the house.

"Why?" I ask, shaking my head in disbelief next to an overly enthusiastic Sapnap. Half of the curbside is taken up by the huge motorhome, towering over the trees and casting a large shadow around us.

Clay chuckles beside me. "Well, let's think about this rationally."

"Oh, here we go--"

"If we're hauling four complete setups across multiple states along with basic necessities, it would make sense to never leave it alone, right?" I sigh and roll my eyes. Clay continues. "Hotels would be too risky when we have so much to lose. Not to mention how none of this stuff could fit in a small ass car."

A sigh escapes my lips as I grin at his stupidly over-analyzed explanation. I'm not sure why he made it sound so complicated, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of listening to him talk about random shit.

"Plus, Sap has wanted to drive an RV for some time, so-"

"Let's go!" Sapnap booms, piquing slightly in volume as he sprints to the vehicle and opens the door with a strong swish. Alex follows him close behind, eager to see the inside for himself.

I roll my eyes for what seems like the hundredth time this morning. "I think you just don't know how to spend all the money you have." Clay gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his chest.

"You think I need to spend my money on an RV?" Clay rolls his tongue between his teeth and smiles cockily. Oh god, that look. There's something about it that makes me weak in the knees. "Just wait until we get to New York."

He looks at me expectantly and I nod, swallowing harshly and averting my gaze, suddenly too nervous to look him in the eye. What did that just do to me so hard?

Man. I need help.

George and Karl are expected to arrive in New York on separate days, but that doesn't matter since they'll both get there before us. It'll take us about a day or two to get there, and then we'll settle down in another overly expensive house Clay rented for who knows how long. I don't have an end date and mind, and neither do any of the boys.

It's a shot in the dark.

Some fans suspect there may be something going on because we haven't streamed in the last couple of days, though they still don't know a single thing.

Clay and Alex went over many ways to hint at our meet-up, figuring out how they would trick and tease Twitter.

The plan was to hint at the states we'd be crossing, the reasons Karl and Alex delayed their streams, and something with red hearts, as well as other stupid things like that.

The way they're acting is a bit excessive, but since they're having fun, I'll let them enjoy themselves.

"Before we go, we should check the house one more time," Clay affirms, tossing the motorhome key to Sapnap and spinning around to make his way back to the house.

I haven't spent much time here, literally just a single night, but I have to admit, the comfortable mattress I slept on will be sorely missed.

I follow Clay inside, walking through the too big threshold and just -- observing. The place looks different in daylight, much more inviting and warm. It's a different feeling that makes me slightly nostalgic, for some odd reason. Suddenly I feel like I'm a kid all over again, and my chest bubbling up with excitement for what's to come.