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ALASKA
"Allie, we need to get out of this shithole or I'm going to lose my mind," Jupiter lets out, trying to whisper, but miserably failing at it.
"Pit, come on! It's not that bad..."
"Are you kidding me? It's like we're living in a retirement home! I swear I found my first white hair this morning when I got out of the freezing bucket we call a shower. I'm too young to live like a freaking 90 year old person. Who goes to bed at 8 fucking pm?"
"Language..." I scold, with my overused big sister tone.
Jupiter huffs and rolls her eyes at me, ruffling her wild and curly brown hair. She's not wrong, though; this lifestyle is starting to drive me crazy too.
"Fine," I sigh. "Let's go. But we have to be super quiet."
We sneak out of our bedroom, shoes in hands. We walk down the staircase, trying our best not to make any noise. I hear a tiny thud when we cross the living room and turn to look at Pit's red face, her hand gripping tightly at her mouth. I want to break out in laughter, but I know I can't so I try to walk faster. I can feel the giggles bubbling inside my chest and in my throat, ready to burst.
We finally manage to get out without waking up the old French lady. I quickly unlock Bernie – the old car our dad gave me when I got my driving license so I could "move to the big city, pursue my big dreams". It was old, the red paint had faded and looked almost pink now, but it was Bernie, and Bernie was reliable. And that's exactly what we needed at the moment: reliable. Warm. Familiar.
Pit jumps on her co-pilot side, quickly closing her door. I don't waste a minute and instantly drive off the property... and as soon as we're at a reasonable distance, Jupiter starts yelling and cursing Mrs Bouvier's "shitty deadly piece of furniture" while I burst out laughing.
We take Bernie and drive to town. I put the music on and instantly hear Jupiter sigh.
"Not that One Direction crap again!"
"Pit, they relax me, and I'm the one driving so I'm the one to choose."
"Fine." She pouts, crossing her arms. I can't stop myself, but break into a smile at her childish ways.
"Stop! Look, over there! The lights are on!" Jupiter exclaims, pointing at a tiny building. "Fuck me! It's a bar! Yas!" she sings, clapping her hands together, dancing a little bit. I chuckle and roll my eyes.
