Michaels POV
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The city sign appears on the side of the road, telling us we have reached Boston. 3 and a half hours of driving, we only stopped for food and bathroom breaks twice. Almost the whole way we had music playing and Ashlyn fell asleep at one point, she snores a little which I had to laugh, I almost woke her up.
It's around mid-day, it's a lot cooler up here than New York, I'm not sure if I like it.
"We're here!" Ashyln sits up straight in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. She drops the bag of chips she was holding, spilling orange dust on the seat.
"You're cleaning that." I tell her, she rolls her eyes and brushes it off.
"It's my car anyway." Ashlyn rolls her eyes at me, casually I pick up one if the chips she dropped and eat it, "That's disgusting"
"Oh well." I shrug and focus on the road again.
"We made it, but when we get back we are dead!" Ashlyn laughs, we both know our parents will have our asses.
"Who says we have to go back we can keep going? We should go to Miami next." I say jokingly but she looks at me as if I was serious, her face says it all, she wants to.
"YES!"
