Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Nine

Dedicated to Dupstep10 for breaking my writers block, thank you. 

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"Red or blue?" Logan asked, holding the different coloured cups in front of my face. Letting out a sigh, I pulled the red cup lightly from his hand, staring suspiciously at the thick liquid that sloshed against the plastic. We were currently parked at the top of a very high cliff in the middle of nowhere that we'd found after Logan told me he knew a 'shortcut' and took the dirt road instead of the main. According to him, we would have caught right up with his Dad and no one would have been any wiser. That plan obviously didn't prepare for us getting lost. He also didn't put enough gas in, and halfway down God knows where, the car stopped. We'd pushed it up the corner, well, I pushed and he'd sat in the front seat, 'steering'. Lazy bastard.

Anyway, we were now sat on the hood of his car, with the content of his trunk next to us. This included what I liked to call some 'party cups', some suspicious looking alcohol, and a couple of protein bars.  It was twilight, and the stars were just starting to appear in the inky sky, sprayed out like magic. The wind was picking up, the dust from the road dancing through the long grass, making it look like it was moving, like it was alive.  

"Beth?" Logan asked, his voice a hushed whisper as he leaned back, staring up at the sky. 

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice the same level as his.

"You think our Moms are gonna get on?" he mused. I shrugged, placing my cup on the very top of the car before resting my head on his chest. The thud of his heartbeat was enough to send me to sleep.

We lay there silently for a while, just watching the dancing grass and the stars. Sometimes I couldn't tell if it was the wind or Logan tickling my skin, but I didn't mind. I was happy. Content.

"We haven't had sex on the car yet, y'know," He said after a while. Cracking open an eye, I sat up to face him.

"We did it in the car like, three hours ago you dick." I stated, rolling my eyes.

"That's not technically true though, is it. We did it in the car, not on it." He stared at me with such determination that I had to let out a chuckle.

"Say hi to the floor for me, Logan" I said, and before he could mutter so much as 'what', I kicked out my leg, shoving him of the side of the car and onto the ground with a very loud  'humph'.

Thank God there was no OJ about.

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We'd been walking for what felt like ages, but according to Logan, had been only twelve minuets. Which was utter bull and frankly, I need a piss, so it could have been thirty seconds, didn't matter to my bladder. And it was really hot. Like really, really hot for night time, and I was feeling incredibly sick. We were walking though a large field in the middle of nowhere, the long grass was dry and itchy against our legs, climbing up to our thighs in a dark, twisted dance to cage us in it's grasp, but breaking of as easily as an smart phone screen when Logan tugged at it hard enough. 

"Seriously Beth, you're really unfit" Logan huffed from underneath me. I'd resigned to jumping on his back like mad man and clinging on for dear life as he jumped, swinging me round till he realized it was me and not some crazy scarecrow-masturbating creeper. Still a little offended he thought I was a dude, but whatever. Anyway, he was know weeding his way through the slosh that had appeared instead of grass, whereas I was lounging lazily on the hard muscle of his back, getting quite a nice view, I think. 

"Like, you were walking for less the half an hour, and your were panting more from that then you were when I bent you over-" I cut him off, sending a sharp slap to the back of his head. It might not have been my best idea though, as my attack caused Logan to slip slightly, resulting to me digging my nails into his back. He winced, but didn't complain, just recomposed himself and carried on. There was a small, barely there stream running past us, the light of Logan's phone torch dancing on the surface, making it look like a million little diamonds shining the rays of light on us, lighting up Logan's face. The rocks were wet and slippy, moss covered with green, and a few looked like the homes to more then enough insects. 

Logan had dropped me off on a stone, before jumping the small gap to the other side of the stream, and helping me over. We were now walking on soft grass, a little over grown, tickling my knee caps, but at least it was thick and soft, and actually green. Or so I could tell, from the light of a cell phone.

We  finally decided to rest by a thick patch of trees, hoping the branches would work as some kid of fan against this heat. But it didn't stop the heat completely, and I was going all grim. My hair was stuck to my neck and back, my skin stained with the due of sweat, my shorts turning heavy and my pits starting to smell like the underneath of Molly's bed. Luckily for me, Logan wasn't doing much better. His shirt was stuck to him, not that I was complaining, and you could see exactly where he was sweating. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, but apart from that, the heat didn't seem to bother him, unlike me, who was about to die. 

I was just about to give up and bash my head against a tree trunk until my skull con-caved into my brain, instantly killing me. Okay, so that was a little dramatic, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I was just about to give up hope of ever getting out of the middle of nowhere, when I heard a noise that made me feel like god had sent me an angel. A raging, horny angel, but nether the less, and angel. My head snapped up to Logan's, who seemed to notice it as well. He laced his pointer finger on his lips to gesture my silence, and we weeded our way through the bushes, stopping when we saw something that would put my grandmother in a nursing home. 

The couple looked to be around our age, maybe a little older, and were butt naked on the ground, not even a blanket, going at it like squirrels. I found this quite hilarious, because where he looked like he was having the time of his life, she was checking her nails. 

But the best part was, they had a car.  Logan and I shuffled over as quietly as possible, and neither seemed to notice. Him probably because he was moaning so damn loud, and her because I honestly don't think she was paying any attention what-so-ever.  Logan sent me a wide smirk, opening the car door as quietly as possible and shoving my into it, forcing me to climb into the passenger seat. He slid in next to me, clasping the keys they'd so clumsily left in the exhaust. He didn't bother shutting the door, probably because he knew they'd hear. He simply started the car, making the couple stop and the guy stand, looking very, very, very pissed of, and a little embarrassed. 

"She wasn't enjoying it anyway, pussy boy" Logan shouted out of the open car door, before closing it and doing a very scary U turn, pressing his foot down on the peddle and speeding through the clearing. I sat back, ready to relax when I saw his foot hadn't moved from the peddle, and there was a very, very thick bush type fence. "Logan-" I started, but was cut of by my own scream as he pressed down even harder. Squeezing my eyes shut, I placed my hands on the dash board in front of me, letting out another scream and the compact of the bush and the car knocked me around. 

You could hear a lot of scratching, like nails on a chalkboard, and when I finally opened my eyes, the car zoomed onto an open road. Logan kept his hands tight on the steering wheel, regaining control before driving smoothly down the highway. He didn't seem fazed by his little 'fast and furious' moment, where as I had probably left a lovely patch of Beth urine on the seat. 

"I actually think you're suicidal" I said after a few moments of silence. 

"Nope. Just in a hurry." He shot back. 

"I hate you" I muttered, turning and pulling on my seat-belt roughly.

"Take that back and I'll give you a special treat later." He winked, zooming down the highway.

"Fuck off, Reed. You know you will anyway."