Not Important

Special Outing

"So...", he starts, standing up in his dark blue jeans, and black fitted top.
"Is that what you're wearing?", he asks me. I look down at myself. I didn't have time to pick new clothes, so I put on what I had on yesterday. He goes to his closet and hands me a pair of jeans, a cool top and trainers.

I turn and start to walk out of the room, when he stops me.
"There's no need to waste more time by walking to the toilets to change. Just change here", he says, leaning against his desk, hands over his chest. How do I say 'no fûcking way'. I don't know what he's trying to do here, but I'm not about to argue with him and have him cancel the plan and do God-knows-what.

I place the clothes on the edge of the settee, take my shoes off, and pull my pants down.

I get dressed into the blue jeans and what turns out to be a slightly revealing top. Minus the slightly. I put the trainers on and run a hand through my hair.
"Okay. We're ready now. Let's go", Trey says, walking me along the hallways and out of the front door.

"Wait. Where are we going?", I ask him.
"You'll see", is all he says.
We get into a van, and Trey drives whilst I sit in the passenger seat.
"There's CD's in the side of the door. Pick which one you want to play", Trey says, as he goes onto the highway.

As we're on the highway, I decide on a certain CD, smiling to myself. I put it in, and press play. As soon as it comes on, Trey starts laughing.
"Ah, good one", he says.
We start singing along as Brian Johnson leads us into the chorus.

"Hey, Dev. Get us a cig out?".
I pick up the pack of cigarettes from the cup holder in between us. I open them, get one out and light it up. Before passing it to him, I have a little smoke.
"Ah good. You haven't quit", he says.
"I have, actually", I say, remembering how I promised Kerry and Mark that I would quit. The temptation was just right there in front of me. They must be able to understand that, right?

"So I'm guessing your new-found social life was the reason for you being late", he guesses.
"Yep, you could say that. I was at Ryan's birthday party", I explain.
Trey takes one hand off the steering wheel and delves into the side of his car door. He takes out a small box and hands it to me. Ah, tablets.
I take two and gulp them down.

After a while of driving, we go past a sign. Ah.
"Bakersfield", I say, and he smiles, nodding his head. I remember coming here with the gang for two weeks of summer once. We had to meet up with some old friends. We had some laughs, got drunk, did our work and went home.

But why has he taken me here?

We stop after a while, outside the hotel that we stayed in while we were here. Our old friends owned it and were trying to be generous and nice. That wasn't them.

They let us stay at the hotel for free for two weeks, everything from the hotel being free for us. But, there was a falling out. And that's how they became our enemies.

We both get out of the car and go inside. At the desk, Trey starts talking to the new owner. He's one of our gangs. Our enemies fled when police cars pulled up in front of the hotel, and they never came back.

Trey gets the key and we go up to the room, unlocking the door. The room is huge. A kitchen, toilet, dining room, living room and bedroom. I wish I could live in here.

Everything looks new. There are working lights, great floorboards, we have a nice view (unlike the one I have back at my house).
"You have 30 minutes here before we leave. I'm just going to have a talk with a friend of mine", he explains, leaving the room.

I look around, seeing the great features of this room. I sit on the bed, pulling out my phone and turning it on. No messages.
................

When Trey comes back, we leave the hotel and we walk until Trey stops me outside a little café. We enter and get coffees and cakes. I get a chocolate chip cookie.