Drunk or Sober

RIP Mac & Cheese

FRIDAY 4/9 STILL

"This isn't the way to the hospital." Ramona pursed her lips and tried to focus her eyes at a sign ahead. "Are you kidnapping me?" She laughed and crossed her legs over each other like a pretzel while reaching for Nate's hat in the back seat.

"I thought you were asleep," I chuckled.

"This yours?" She swung down the mirror and adjusted the hat backwards on her head. "I've never seen you wear a hat."

"It's actually Nate's. I think Lennox stole it or something." I laughed. She took it off and placed on my head. "I look like an ass in hats." I countered back, using my free hand to put it back on her.

"You looked like an ass before the hat," she teased, tossing it back behind her. "Where are you kidnapping me to?"

"Kidnapping? I'm offended you'd call me driving you to our date that." I smiled.

"You're not serious, are you?"

I smirked. "Am I?"

"What are you doing for spring break?"

"Oh, is that next week?"

I never did anything during spring break. It was usually the week I used to catch up on other, more important things, like school. Or catching up- starting, rather- on six seasons of a show I'd missed.

"You idiot, spring break started today." She giggled. "Anything fun planned?"

"Probably not." I admitted. "What about you?"

"Oh ya'know, parties, boys, beach- the usual." She said sarcastically before we both burst into laughter. "Our lives are painfully average."

"They don't have to be," I reassured her.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do to change that then?" She narrowed her eyebrows

I cleared my throat. "We could... go somewhere. Like take a trip." Ramona was silent for a moment, just staring out the window. "I mean- if you're okay with that."

"Go where?" She asked calmly, as she laid her head on top of her arms on the door.

"Anywhere."

"That'd be nice." She positioned herself comfortably and had her head on my arm. I looked down and noticed how red her cheeks had gotten. She closed her eyes.

Thirty minutes later I pulled up onto the gravel and stopped the car. I brushed my fingers through Ramona's hair, not trying to wake her, but also hoping she'd wake up soon.

She brushed my hands out her hair and opened the car door. "Is this a beach?" She rubbed her eyes and fixed her hair. "I smell the saltwater!"

"I don't know, let's find out." I teased, getting out of the car as well. "Close your eyes." She nodded and I held her hand to guide her up the gravel path.

She heard the waves crashing onto the shore ahead of us. "Oh my god, we're at a freaking beach Wes, and we don't even have-"

"Shut up for two seconds!" I laughed, making sure she still had her eyes shut. We stopped right where the gravel path had faded into sand. "Okay, open!"

"I already know we're at a beach," she giggled, opening her eyes. "Where is everyone?" She looked around and narrowed her eyebrows.

"It's a private beach."

"A private beach? You own a freaking beach?"

"Let's pretend I do!" I mumbled. She untied her Converse and ran around in the sand, kicking it into the wind in my direction. "Come on, Wes!" I kicked off my shoes and chased after her. "Do you think the water's cold?" She shouted, approaching it, her feet standing in the wet sand, waiting for a low tide to hit them.