Coder Girl 2 /Dreamwastaken/

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The two days flew by quicker than we could get anything done. It felt like nothing was planned, even though Nick assured us that everything was perfectly in order.

The morning of our trip arrived. And after putting all our bags into the trunk and thinking we were done, we saw George approaching us with a literal giant suitcase.

We all packed our stuff in bags for easier transportation. But of course, George showed up with a massive suitcase.

"Jesus," I muttered as I watched him approach us, "Did you pack your entire wardrobe?"

"Dude, please tell me you're not bringing that thing," Nick groaned, eyeing the massive suitcase with disbelief.

George didn’t look bothered. Instead, he looked at his suitcase protectively.

"Where else was I supposed to put my stuff? In your back pocket?"

"Shove some of it up your ass and put the rest in a bag," Nick replied, and I could tell a catfight was about to begin.

"There's no space in the trunk, bro. We'll have to put it in the backseat," Clay said after trying to rearrange our bags to make some space.

And guess who was sitting in the backseat? Of course, me.

"What?" I protested, "That thing will take up like- half of the backseat."

"You'll still fit, don't worry," Clay rolled his eyes and lifted the suitcase, shoving it through the backseat door despite my protests.

"I will, but George's massive ass won't!" I complained.

"Your ass is even more massive!" George yelled, thinking he was making a point.

"Thanks, I guess." I shrugged.

"Jesus Christ," Clay mumbled under his breath, "Get into your seats."

Long story short, I ended up squished against the door, George was squashed in the middle, and the suitcase was taking up the rest of the space. Nick was in the passenger seat, and Clay... well, Clay was driving.

And hell, was it uncomfortable.

"This is already a nightmare," George complained, shifting in his seat to try and find a comfortable position.

"Ouch! Stop moving, your elbow is in my ribs!" I pushed him with my hip, trying to free up some space for me.

"Ow! Stop pushing me!" George complained, trying to shove me back out of his space.

"You're the one who brought the damn suitcase!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

"Each of you packed like six bags! I'm being more efficient!"

As if two of us weren't enough in this conversation, Nick turned around and joined in.

"Having fun back there?" He smirked.

"Why are you even in the front?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Driver's privilege," Nick grinned at my question, "We're gonna take turns driving."

Of course.

George and I both groaned in unison. This sucked.

"Can we at least put the suitcase in the middle?" I shoved George again, uncomfortable at how close our bodies were. I could feel his arm hairs tickling me.

"Nah, that'll block my view," Clay looked at us through the rear view mirror.

I groaned in frustration again, "How long is this drive anyway? I feel like I'm already losing circulation in my legs."