It's All My Fault

Its Just A Migraine

Its all my fault I have headaches and nosebleeds. It's from stress, working himself up into a frenzy.
Will reaches into his bag, which was resting by his feet in the car. He pulled out a bottle of pills, which created noise from the pills hitting the inside of the container. He poured a bunch into his hand, dumping a lot of them back into the container. He placed two pills in his mouth, swallowing them dry. He felt eyes piercing his skin, and he glanced over to the dark haired boy sitting to his right. He met Mikes eyes, causing Mike to quickly look away and put on headphones, looking out the window. Will slowly looked down, staring at the bloody tissue in his hands.
Gross.

"Jonathan how much longer?" Will asks his elder brother, slumping into his seat.
"Not too much longer. Take a nap, I'll wake you up when we arrive." His brother says, and Will sees Jonathan's eyes look at him through the mirror.
Just a little longer.

Will closed his eyes, leaning his head against the window once his headphones were on his head, music filling his brain. His migraine slowly was forgotten about as he drifted to sleep.
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"Stop! Just..." Jonathan says, and slams on the breaks, creating a horrible screeching sound, which awoke Will from his sleep and caused all of them to fall forward.
"Ouch." Argyle says, fixing his hair.
"What are you doing!?" Mike says, clearly confused and annoyed, all while Will was getting up off the floor, since they were...ya know...sitting in the trunk with no seatbelts.
"I am stopping us before we get more lost!" Jonathan answers with frustration, looking back at Will and Mike and putting the car in park.
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"Give me the coordinates." Jonathan says, laying the map down in the floor of the trunk, the trunk door above them.
"Um, okay. Longitude is 116 degrees, five minutes, and 17..." Will copies from the paper he is holding, following along with his pointed finger.
"Slow down! Slow down." Jonathan says, stressed out as he tries to follow along.

Meanwhile with Argyle; he is walking around, a bird cawing in the background.
"Nina!" He yells, looking around and walking behind what little trees were in the desert.
"Nina. Nina?" He asks, looking at the ground by a tree. "Nina!" He yells again, his voice retrieving back to him as it echoed.

He placed his hands on his hips, eyes fixing on something on the ground. "Holy macaroni." He chuckles.
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"All right. You just go straight down. Like, straight... straight..." Jonathan says, following Mikes finger which is trailing south in a straight line down.
"Right on the money, as I said." Mike says, hitting the paper.
"It just doesn't make sense." Jonathan shakes his head.
"Yo, dudes!" Argyles voice echoes from a bit away, causing the three at the car to look in the direction, just to see Argyle standing on a small hill with his hands cupped around his hands to maximize the sound of his voice.
"My dudes!" He repeats.
"Jesus Christ." Mike sighs, not even wanting to know.
"Come check this shit out!" Argyle yells, making a waving hand with his motion.
"What is it?" Mike yells back, convinced it was something pathetic, and not wanting to waste his time.
"Gotta see it to believe it, my dudes!" Argyle yells, causing the three at the car to look at eachother and sigh with annoyance, walking over.
"Come on! Hurry! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Pronto!" Argyle says as they run over.
"Okay. So no small woman named Nina. But you said any signs of life, am I right?"
"Right." Jonathan nods.
"Well," argyle says, crouching down with the others following suit. "These are no regular tire tracks, brochachos." He says, pointing down a line of thick car tracks. "I mean, look at the tread on these monsters. They're fatties. And you know what that means." Argyle nods, looking at them all.
"Military." Mike confirms with slight panic.
"We gotta go." Jonathan says, all of them standing up. They all run back to the car. Well, almost all of them. Will lingers for a second, another blistering headache hitting him.
"Will..." he hears a deep voice say, causing him to look in the direction. Before he can look, Mike is yelling his name.
"Will come on!"
Will glanced at the place where he heard the voice, though it just felt like his mind. He then ran back to the car.