"We need to stop at the next gas station," Riker said, tapping his foot on the floor of the car urgently. "I really shouldn't have had all of that coffee. I am running on no sleep and it tasted so good. I've never tasted anything so good, Y/N."
I laughed as my eyes scanned the signs and exits we were quickly approaching. There wasn't a gas station in sight. "You might have to pee into a pop can, Rike," I giggled, handing him an empty Coke can that was sitting in my cup holder.
"Um, no. I'll take my chances." His legs bounced quicker as he held his lower stomach.
"That actually makes it worse," I commented.
"I can't help it!"
"There's always the Coke can."
"NO." He pulled out his phone to answer a text before turning back to me. "Remind me again why we decided to road trip from California to New York. We're only halfway there and we've been driving for days."
"Well, Riker. We decided to do this because you're going on tour for months and you won't even be in this country. As my best friend, you felt obligated to indulge me when I suggested this trip." My eyes stayed fixed on the road as I drove down the highway. "And we're having fun! So much fun."
"My bladder begs to differ," he groaned. Up ahead, there was an uneven bump in the road. "Y/N, slow down a little bit and swerve around that bump."
"Speed up?" I asked teasingly, my foot weighing heavier on the gas pedal. The car sped up, going straight for the bump.
"No, no, no slow the fuck down." By the time my foot could find the brake pedal, it was too late. We hit the bump and the car bounced. "Oh fuck," Riker winced.
I snickered in the driver's seat, avoiding his hand as it came flying towards me. "Coooooke can," I sang.
"Ugh, fine," he said, ripping the can from the cup holder. He turned away from me and started to unzip his pants, holding the coke can to his crotch, when he spotted a gas station in the distance. "Next exit!"
"Aww man," I said, hitting the wheel with my fist lightly. ""I really wanted to see you pee into a can." I merged into the exit and slowed down, making a left turn into the gas station parking lot. The car wasn't even stopped when Riker ripped the door open and ran out. "Get me some Cheetos!" I yelled after him. He gave me the middle finger before entering the store.
About five minutes later, he returned to the car. He threw the orange bag of cheese dusted corn puffs at my face and sat a glass bottle in his own cup holder. It was a Starbucks bottled coffee. "Are you serious, Riker?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.
"What can I say?" he laughed. "I'm a glutton for punishment. SO GOOD!" He pulled the cap off and took a long drink, sighing contently. "So good."
"Whatever." I merged back onto the highway with a handful of Cheetos in my mouth. "Next time, you are using the can."
