Road Trip

Prologue

   Eyebags. Not an attractive sight, but it's what you get for staying up til' 5 am' planning out a journey across the whole country with a bunch of friends. Like what my old man said, "Whatever happens, Happened for a reason." , I guess he was right. Meeting these crazed psychos I call friends, one hell of a story. I bet I could even write a book about it. Anyways, I met them through social media, specifically speaking, Facebook. One day, we were just strangers, the day after that, we'd talk for hours and hours about the randomest things ever thought of. They're the definition of "Mess with the spark, you get the flame" for me. Have a clue what I just said? No? Neither do I.
   I hate seeing time fly by so fast. We planned this years ago, and by years, I really mean years. I was 13, they were whatever age they wanted to be in their forever dream world, when we planned this out. Talked about RV's, and where we'd find each other, all the essentials for at least 1-2 hours.
   At last, I hear the television shut off, the fan being turned off, and all I can hear now is the song Riptide by Vance Joy on repeat. My cue. I knew everyone would be asleep, I uncover my tablet from underneath the blanket sheet, and head into my messenger. That's when we talked about plans. Neat.
   I head on to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before heading to bed and there by my window, I hear the faintest calling of my name. Under curiosity, I turn around to see Adonis, a close friend I've had since the first grade. I let him come in and he just heads straight for my room. In a quite rush.
"Dude! Are they serious?! Is This Real? This is crazy!" He starts exclaiming as quietly as possible. "This is amazingly crazy dude!"
   "Yup. Its Crazy. and Yup. They're serious,"
   "Brooooo, What if we forget? What if we become poor? What if we stop talking to each other?"
   "Hold on," I said as I stop the song playing. "Just like, stop your rambling and your crazy What If's. The World's already full of it, just lay down, relax, close your eyes. Its your sleep talking, not you."
   I return to the kitchen and gulp down the remaining water in my cup, turn off the living room lights, head into my room, turn off my lamp, and just lay my eyes to rest. Falling into a deep and nice dream.