Our Trip Canons

Me

Let's just acknowledge something.

Of any month or season of the year his friends could choose to go on a roadtrip, it's smack dab in the middle of winter. Seeing as the youngest of the group, Piper, would be turning 18 soon, everyone decided it was a good time to go. Honestly though, the next time Percy has to wade through snow to pull short-stuff out of the icy cold banks, he was gonna loose it.

Finally, it was end of day one and he curled up on a bunk in the back room. The cold piggies on his feet were finally toasty, and no one could force him to get up.

Lol, jk. Someone could.

The door opened up to an ecstatic Liberty, her pretty tall form bundled up in a winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves, and boots. "Perce, you lazy butt, get up! You have to come in with me to Walmart!"

His eyes flickered open in annoyance, and Percy turned over to look at her. "Ughn. Can't Pipes or Joshie or Chase go in? Callie?"

Lib shook her head. "The boys are cooking dinner and Kelsey is supervising. Piper is already asleep."

'Oooofff course,' He thought sarcastically. Percy slipped down from the bunk and shooed the younger girl from the room so he could get dressed. After the door closed behind her, he bundled up tightly in his winter gear. He didn't want to be any colder than he had to.

"Percy! Hurry up!" Liberty's voice rang through the door.
"Calm your tits, I'm coming!"

And he did, walking out after another minute or so. Once the door opened, he was greeted by the smell of a slightly burnt pie. Ignoring it, he followed a waddling Lib to the door.

The two quickly walked out of the recreational vehicle. The dry, freezing cold wind wiped color in to his cheeks and made his thin-gloved hand feel like an ice cube. Giving a shaky breath, he followed after his temporary companion.

The dark brunette boy adjusted his sock monkey hat on his head and continued after Liberty, watching her hard-to-miss blonde pony tail swing behind her. It helped him to followed after her. She was more nimble and swift in her snow gear. Her stuff was more light than his, since she was a lot more comfortable with the cold.

It took a bit for the two to get to the doors of Wall-e world. The fuckers just had to park in the back of the lot. They walked in to the store and relief registered on his red face. Warmth. Finally.

A fake Santa Claus sat in the corner, ringing his bell with a bucket at his feet for change. He seemed to be successful since the bucket was full of bronze and silver coins, along with a few dollars here and there.

Liberty grabbed a cart and beckoned Percy to follow. She unfolded a grocery list. It wasn't insanely long, as Percy originally thought it would be. Actually it just had a few items on it. "Okay, Perce, you get the food, I'll get the rest." The girl probably assumed what she needed to memory since she handed the list over to him and walked off.

Well, okay.

Percy looked over everything he needed to grab and headed in the direction of it. Seriously. This is why they got him up? Blah. He was now determined to be extra grumpy tomorrow.

After about 10 minutes his arms were full with meat and cheese and the lunchables. On top he had a bunch of candy he felt initialed to. Percy stood beside the cash out station, waiting for the familiar blonde to round the corner. It took a few more minutes but finally she was there and he unloaded everything in to the cart.

The went through the line easy peasy. And good karma striked for Percy because not only was he handed extra money, but it was about 10 dollars. Enough to play a few arcade games.

As Liberty grabbed the bags, he ran to the entrance of Wal-mart where the games were. He began to put the money in various games. Pac-man, gun shooter shit, etc. Liberty chilled out in the corner, drinking a Cola she bought herself.

The fake Santa kept calling out to Percy, wanting to have him donate the rest of his money. Percy, of course, ignored it. He continued to play until Liberty got bored. She grabbed the cart and then walked to the older dude, grabbing his arm. As they walked to the door, the Santa asked again.

Percy's eyes flickered from forward to the man dressed in a red coat, which was totally not a good fashion statement for that beer gut.

"Cram it with walnuts, ugly."