𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

31) Kerflooey

Kerflooey (adjective) [ker-floo-ee]
To cease functioning, especially suddenly and completely.

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"Got everything?" Your boyfriend asked as you packed the car with various things. A picnic cloth, a basket of food, jackets and sweaters, a sleeping bag, a tent among others were all placed inside the trunk of your Jeep.

"Yup! Let's go," You said excitedly. The two of you were going out together after so long, it was mainly because of your boyfriend's schedule. He's an actor, Dylan O'brien, and he's usually busy shooting for a movie.

Dylan smiled and sat in the car and you in the passenger's seat. He kissed you on the cheek making you smirk. He started the car and it started moving on the road. You both were one your way to your destination.

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"Okay... Is she an actor?" You asked Dylan. You were playing '20 Questions' with him and it was your turn to guess the person he was thinking about.

"Yes," He replied, his eyes glued on to the road. You were driving for an hour, another hour and you'd be at your camp out, picnic place destination. It was 6 PM.

"Is she a good actor?" You grinned. You could almost see where this was going. Dylan chuckled, "Yes... Especially in my eyes."

You laughed, "Is it me?" Dylan sighed in defeat, "Yeah." You were an actor too, but not that famous, only appearing in advertisement and short films.

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "My turn!" You said and started to think of a person. "Okay, I'm-"

The car started making noises. Dylan looked at you with concern and confusion, while you did the same.

The car came to a slow halt and your boyfriend got out of the car. You followed him to the front and opened the car hood. A puff of smoke flew up into the air, making both of you coughed.

"Alright, I'll just get the duct tape and-" Dylan started to walk to the car's trunk but you stopped him. "Dyl... your 'Stiles' is showing," You said and giggled, "I think we should call the professionals."

Dylan sighed and he made a call to the car towing services.

"Ughhh," Dylan groaned, almost throwing his phone with irritation. "They aren't picking up... my phone's out of signal," Dylan explained.

You placed your hands on your hips, "Where are we?" Dylan shrugged and you walked to the back of the car. "At least we are prepared with camping things," You said and got out your tent. You placed the rolled up item on the ground and Dylan started setting it up.

Soon, the tent was up and you were sitting on a picnic cloth while eating some sandwiches. You were stuck in a surprisingly beautiful place. On either side of the road were fields of greenest grass you had ever seen. The weather was amazing, making it bearable to sit out without sweaters.

"This isn't that bad. It's like the camping ground but with no one else around," Dylan stated and you nodded. "At least we've got each other," you said and held his hand.

You were excited for this camp out, and you could tell Dylan was as well.