【ωαяиιиg】: Excessive Swearing, Excessive use of the word "Fuck(ing)", DILFs (Bait again, it's your dad), Rich RV's are not hashtag relatable
A/N: LINK to this cool RV I found while looking for inspiration! It has a fucking virtual tour and everything??? Like lowkey highkey it was really fun just looking through all the virtual tours they had on the site 💀ANYWAY TLDR: the link is to the specific RV I had in mind but also it's just fun to look through so do with that what you will!
sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ.
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You stumble on your feet as you blink hard, trying to wake up fast and so suddenly. At almost 6 in the morning, you get a phone call from your dad. Jack was already there to stop you from answering, telling you that you all needed to get up and moving now.
Fuck this Tuesday morning, like actually.
You think you know why your dad is calling, he's close by and wants to inform you and also check up on you. Unfortunately, you were advised by Jack not to answer at all because it might make you change your mind last minute. That meant you had to put your phone on vibrate so you wouldn't be distracted.
Everyone (you, Jack, Tim, Ticci Toby, Ben, and surprisingly Jeff) was up and moving around frantically, getting things ready and moving them to the RV parked outside.
WHICH, by the way! Though they had showed up later than planned last night, Tim, Jack, and Ticci Toby did indeed come back with the fucking mother-load.
The most fucking luxurious RV you have ever seen in your fucking life was parked right next to your puny ass car. Ticci Toby had especially looked pleased with himself when they had come home. It very much looked like something a celebrity would use just because they can.
You felt both astonished knowing you'll be traveling in luxury, and horrified because the blood on Jack's mask last night did not escape you.
Ben's pale hand emerges from your phone screen (that was on your couch), crawling his way out of Hell and your cellular device. You see him flinch when your phone starts vibrating again: this is the 25th time your dad has called you in the last 30 minutes. Ben is fully out of your phone and fiddles with the ringer to put it completely on silent and stop vibrating.
"He left three voice mails, all asking if you're okay. The fourth one was five minutes ago, he said he was less than forty minutes away," Ben tells you, standing up straight and stretching his back, "Anyway, I finished removing that RV from the place it was registered and practically deleted it from existence. Anyone who previously owned it suddenly had nothing to do with it their entire life"
You feel so incredibly guilty.
...Oh, and the RV stuff is cool, you guess.
"My Dad is probably gonna be here sooner then, I wouldn't doubt if he's speeding now," You furrow your brows, "And also, completely removing the RV from-W-Wouldn't we get pulled over anyway for illegitimate tags on the license plate?"
Ben does a full-body pause.
Then he groans dramatically, walking towards the door to leave, "Ughhhh! Gimme some time, I'll get on that."
Yikes, you didn't mean to stress him out, but still. Better safe than sorry.
You frown at your phone when the screen lights up again.
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