Something In Between: Sequel to On The Edge of Tomorrow

Chapter 44

"Road trip!" Timmy yelled as he hopped out of the familiar RV.

"I'll be damned; the bastard really found the same one," I murmured.

"Found?" Billy laughed. "This thing has been in the touring warehouse."

"Why would you keep this bucket?" I asked.

"This is a piece of iconic history," Billy chided.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, before turning my attention to Sarah. "Tell me again about the spa," I dreamily said, causing her to giggle.

"You're going to love it," Billy said as he pulled me to his side and gave me an actual noogie.

"Seriously," I groaned as I pulled away from him and fixed my hair.

"Are we ready?" Tim excitedly spoke after he had bounded up the walkway to us.

"I guess ready is one word to describe what we are," I murmured. "Come on, let's give the lovebirds a moment to say goodbye."

"Good plan, but not a fan of the tone," Tim's voice was still filled with enthusiasm. "Come on, hop up." He turned and crouched so I could jump up for a piggyback. "Billy, you can get the bags, right?" He called over his shoulder as he trotted to the RV.

"Okay, this I could get used to," I giggled.

"Come on. Is this how the entire trip is going to be?" Billy called out after us.

"Yep," Tim and I chirped in unison before we climbed into our old home.

"Is it me, or does it still smell a bit like rotting Chinese food?" I joked.

"Oh, one hundred percent. Come on, navigator. We'll stick Billy in the back." Tim smiled before slumping into his familiar driver's seat. "I dug up all our old playlists and loaded them on my phone," he added.

"No way; let me see." I began scrolling through the lists. "We just used the dates; we were so creative," I laughed. "Wait a minute, what is the playlist 'the songs she always hums wrong?'" I demanded.

"Oh fuck, maybe I'll just make my exit here," Billy threatened from the doorway.

"There is no such thing as humming wrong!" I argued.

"I thought that too, then I met you," Billy countered.

"You're the worst!"

"Really? I'm the worst. Hitler, Stalin, Vlad the Impaler?" Billy listed.

"Ah, just like the good ol' days," Timmy said as he pulled down the driveway with a smile on his face.

"Just for that..." I taped through Tim's phone until Wannabe came on by Spice Girls.

"Oh, come on," Billy groaned from the couch.

Timmy and I loudly sang along.

"Why must you egg her own?" Billy groaned over our yelling.

"Don't fight it, buddy!" Tim offered.

"Zig-a-zig-ah is not a lyric," Billy shot, but it was too late; Tim and I were in full-on jam mode.

As the song wound down, Tim noted that it really didn't have a bad message as it started up again.

"Wait, did you put it on repeat?" Billy moaned.

"All day, love," I teased.

"Tim, come on," He pleaded.

"I'm not mad at the choice." Timmy shrugged before he and I began belting it out again.