Suicide Note

Chapter 7

Hi everyone! Here is chapter 7, and let's just say stuff gets great. really, really great. and no it isn't 18+ stuff I haven't even decided if I will make a chapter like that but I hope you all enjoy this chapter, see you at the end! <3

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We pulled onto the Pacific Coast Highway and made our way to Washington. I had never even been in the state before. Too bad this wasn't near Seattle, that would be some fun.

"What do you want to listen to?" Jake asked me.

"Have you heard the new Passion Pit album yet?"

"Passion whose'a what?" He asked confusedly.

"Here, let me elaborate, concentrate on driving!" I told him.

I plugged in my phone to the car and pulled up the album Manners. It had been out for a while, but the new album hadn't even been released yet. I started the album and turned up the volume. After a few minutes, I saw Jake dancing to the music.

"I TOLD YOU!" I shouted at him.

"You're only 5 feet away!" He replied. "But yes, you did."

We spent the rest of the drive up PCH listening to that album and Chunk of Change. Both of us started dancing when Live to Tell the Tale came on. People driving south probably thought we were on a lot of drugs.

Once we made it halfway through Oregon, we had to stop to get gas, and there was a Chik-Fil-A there. Obviously, I went to get some, because who wouldn't get Chik-Fil-A? Once I walked into the building, the line was 15 people long. Chik-Fil-A isn't worth waiting 45 minutes. I decided to go see what the gas station had to offer. There had to be some snacks, right?

I walked into the store and right in front of me laid the holy grail of the fat pre-teen. Hostess Cupcakes.

"Holy shit... They have them..." I whispered to myself. I minced towards the rack of tempting, processed pastries and stared at all of them.

"This brings me back to the good ol' days." I said to myself. I got a weird stare from a person walking out.

I grabbed a package of the cupcakes, and then the cherry pies, and I soon lost control. I walked up to the cashier and set down the items on the counter. She gave me one of the weirdest looks I had ever seen. Like someone that just saw someone murder someone, but more sarcastic and annoyed.

When I walked out of the store, Jake looked up and his eyes bulged out.

"ARE WE FEEDING JUST US OR THE ENTIRE GOVERNMENT." He shouted as I carried the 2 bags filled with different Hostess foods.

"Hey, you have to be prepared in the wilderness. What if there is an apocalypse while we are gone and these are the last hostess products left?" I rhetorically asked him.

Jake groaned as he put the gas pump back into the little kiosk, and we headed off towards the lake. We booked a nice cabin on the lake, and the view that it showed on the website was stunning. And of course, it had wifi. It probably wasn't good, but it was wifi.

The rest of the drive was quite uneventful. Jake had consumed his first Zinger, and we took photos of the surrounding landscape. This was just like California, but with more vines and thicker forests. We drove into the night, hoping to get there as early as we could. We decided to stop at a hotel 100 miles from the location because we were both exhausted from driving, and we weren't able to check in at 2am.

We pulled into the little parking lot of the motel, with its flickering blue sign and run down look.

"Do you really want to stay here? There has to be another hotel somewhere." I told Jake.