001: The Van

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\\Mike Pov

Ugh. I slowly wake up, tenderly opening my eyes to see the blurry sight of Argyle in my face. 

"Ahh! Jesus, what are you doing?!" I say, frightened. 

"Dude, just wanted to tell you we're getting snacks." I look at him expectantly waiting. "You coming?" He questions, clearly confused.

 "Uh, no I'm good. Me and Will will wait here." I say. 

I sigh and try my best to go back to sleep. We've been driving for hours, why does Suzie have to live so damn far away? I think to myself. After a little bit, I assume I fall asleep, because the next time I open my eyes we're on the road again. I look to see Will glancing over at me. 

"Oh hey, you're finally up." Says Will. 

"Yeah, I guess." I chuckle. "Are we almost there?" I say, not wanting to sound like a five-year old. 

"Close." Jonathan tells me. "About an hour."

"Oh." I say. I decide to try and sleep since we have a little while left until we get there.

An hour later

I open my eyes later on to see Will sleeping sitting upright? How does he sleep like that? I wonder. I drift off but not long before I wake to the  sound of Argyle's upbeat voice.

"Let's go brochachos!" He yells. 

I rub my eyes and shake Will, lightly, to wake him up, and he jolts, startled. I chuckle, I have to admit,  it was kinda cute. (HELP BAHAHA)



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