A Series Of (Not So) Unfortunate Events

California here we go!

You sling your tote bag with your book and things in it onto your bedroom floor plopping down on your bed. You sigh slinging your forearm to rest a top your eyes looking to your left at the posters on your wall.

What were you going to do. You knew your parents wouldn't care if you went or not, they were probably too busy to even notice you were gone. There was only one thing you could do for now find your parents and ask them if you could go, then pack.

Getting off your bed you make your way down the hall and into your parents shared bedroom. Opening the door you look inside, spotting your mother. You roll your eyes, 'at least one of them is here.' you knock on the door frame catching her attention.

She looks to you from her paperwork on the desk in their room. "Yes..." She asks raising a brow.

You stiffen a little not used to her attention being fully on you. It takes you a moment before you answer. "Um you see- I mean, well the Hoovers are going on a trip to California-"

She raises a brow. "California?"

You nod "yes California." You pause as you watch her nod her head up and down slowly in understanding. You continue. "And I was- they were wondering if I could go?" Your voice raising a bit at the end.

It's silent for a moment before she shuffles the papers on her desk a bit. She clears her throat. "As long as it's ok with them then I'm fine with it." She looks at you above her glasses. "But no funny business." She jokes.

Your face goes red. You knew exactly what, no who, she was talking about and it irritated you. She had no right joking about stuff like that. Especially if she didn't pay attention to you 90% of the time.

You groan clamping your eyelids shut. "Yep, no funny business." You give a thumbs up. At least she was accepting.

She turns back to her paperwork. "Alrighty then."

"I'll go pack." And with that the conversation was over. Dashing back to your room you grab a duffle bag out from your closet throwing clothes into it without a thought.

Finishing up packing you dust your hands off on your blue jeans. Deciding it was time to get ready for bed you do just that.

After brushing your teeth, washing your face, and slipping into some patterned pajama bottoms and a baggy T-shirt, you get into bed pulling the covers over your head laying on your stomach.

You let out a huff into the pillow under you, slowly falling asleep.

Your alarm had woken you up early the next morning. Slamming your hand down onto it you get up shoving the covers off of you.

Standing out of bed you take a moment to gain balance before getting dressed and ready for the day.

After checking to see if you had everything you sling the bag over your shoulder making your way out of your house and down the street to the Hoovers.

Richard slams the trunk shut after putting all of yours, and everyone else's, things into it. Everyone gets into the bus. You sat in the back crammed up against the window with Dwayne to your right and grandpa on his right, frank and olive infront of you, while Richard and Sheryl take the front.

Setting off onto the long trip ahead of them you lean your head back onto the car seat behind you, trying your best not to fall asleep.

After a few moments into the car ride everyone is silent doing their own things, you almost asleep doodling in Dwayne's little notepad. Then grandpa starts to speak. "Jesus I'm tired. So fucking tired." He turns to Dwayne who is currently watching you scribble down drawing in his notepad. Dwayne looks at grandpa waiting for his next words. "If some girl came up to me begging me to fuck her I couldn't do it." This causes you to silently snort bringing your hand up to your face.

You stop your drawing and look at grandpa yourself. Richard looks back at his father scolding him. "Dad watch the language, huh." You roll your eyes. You personally thought what he was saying was funny and wanted him to continue. And to your delight he did.

"She's listening to music! Olive I'll give you a million dollars if ya turn around!" He yells to which the girl ignores. "See."

"Alright but the rest of us." Richard tries to reason.

"Alright the rest of you..." Grandpa trails off before tapping Dwayne, gaining your attention. He then looks at both of you. "can I give you some advice." You nod Dwayne just sits there. "Well I'm gonna give it to ya anyway, I don't want you to make the same mistakes I made when I was young. Dwayne, y/n. Those are your names, right?" He pauses not getting an answer. "This is a voice of experience talking. Are ya listening? Fuck alot of women." You try and stifle a laugh while Dwayne shifts uncomfortably subconsciously moving closer towards you. "Not just one women, alot of women." You look to Dwayne who has a pained expression on his face. "Are ya getting any, you can tell me." He asks, you nod your head no Dwayne doesn't answer. "No, really? Neither of you??" Grandpa looks shocked. "Your both what? 15, my god man! You should be getting that young stuff. That young stuffs the best in the whole world!" At this point your fighting with whatever power you have left to not laugh, your friend on the other hand doesn't look very amused.

"Dad! Stop it!" Richard yells from the front seat. The conversation starts to go on and on and you start to tune out of it going back to drawing whatever.

You tap Dwayne on the arm gaining his attention. He looks down at you. You grab his left arm and begin to doodle on it, drawing little animals and what not. He smiles slightly watching you draw on him.

Quickly you get bored and decided to try and take a nap. You rest your head onto Dwayne's shoulder not really thinking anything of it and begin to doze off.

Dwayne on the other hand takes notice of this completely ignoring grandpa when he turns to talk to him and instead looks at you half awake before grabbing out his book and beginning to read.