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☆ Hotel

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[3rd person pov]

Who doesn't love a good road trip? Bad and skeppy certainly do. Especially the ones that are just the 2 of them.

Bad and skeppy are a 'package deal' as they say. They live together, eat together, stream together, travel together, all of it.

And they love it. Neither could bare to be apart from the other for more than 3 days. Both love to travel though, so they've taken up the good ol' road trip tradition.

One to seven days of just the 2 of them eating fast food, singing along to music, and looking at cool scenery and tourist traps? They couldn't ask for a better way to spend time.

This time around, they're driving to Florida to meet up with a few of their friends, currently on day 3 of a 5 day drive. Sure, flying would be faster, but bad hates planes.

And skeppy doesn't want to fly separate from bad, even if it meant his total travel time was only 16 hours instead of 10 days.

"Alright bad! The GPS says we'll arrive at our hotel in about an hour!" Skeppy pipes up, turning to bad, that day's driver.

"Oh, good. My back is starting to ache."

"Aw I'm sorry! Do you want a message when we get there?" Skeppy asks, completely genuine.

Bad blushes furiously. The thought of feeling skeppy's hands all over his back makes him feel weak.

"Hah, I'll be alright. A hot shower and a good sleep will fix me right up." Bad replies, trying to hide the shake in his voice. Thankfully skeppy doesn't notice.

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They finally make it about 3 minutes away from their hotel, when skeppy realizes they haven't eaten yet.

"Oh! Bad! Food!" Skeppy squeaks, not fully verbalizing his thoughts.

"Food? What about it?" Bad questions.

"We haven't eaten today!" Skeppy exasperates, making bad come to the same shocking realization.

"Crap! Umm.. there's a Culver's right there, does that sound good?" (Little context: Culver's is a burger/chicken place popular in the American Midwest.)

Skeppy thinks for a moment before agreeing, and bad quickly changes course and pulls in to the parking lot of the restaurant.

They hop out and walk in, stopping at the counter.

"Hello! What would you like to order?" A girl with fluffy pink hair working the register asks.

Skeppy orders the basic cheeseburger and tater tots, and Bad orders a chicken sandwich with bacon and a side of fries.

"Alright! That'll be $15." The cashier chirps as she hands them both a cup for fountain drinks.

"I got it bad." Skeppy states, pulling out his credit card and handing it to her. Bad thanks him for paying, and another employee hands bad a small stand with their order number on it.

After grabbing their drinks at the soda fountain, they head to a booth in the corner of the restaurant, and set the stand down on it.

They chat for about 15 minutes before a waitress brings them their plates and asks if they need anything.

Both politely decline and she walks away, instructing them to get her attention if that changes.

The conversation is pleasant. General road trip chit-chat drowns out the slightly dry food.