The Price of Our Dreams

To Do Item #5: On the Road, In the Air ... Well Everywhere

"Children have got to be free to live their own lives,” -Sebastian (The Little Mermaid)

Jordan had said to trust him. Well, that was what we were doing as we were packing up what we needed, as Jordan was taking us the secret location where our dream city was.

Let the record state that Jordan hadn’t told me anything about where the land was, or anyone else for that matter. We’d been talking a lot too in the two weeks it took for school to end and for us to map out our plans, but every time I asked him where the hell we were going, he only replied that it was a surprise or change the subject.

The kid didn’t seem to understand that I was going to be particular on where this all had to happen. Although I wasn’t sure if it had to be in the U.S., I did know that it had to be near water of some sort so we could trade with the rest of the world and have access to it. It also had to have good land so Aden could have his farm and Madison could own her own vineyards… for trade and when we were all older. If this worked out long enough for us to be able to drink.

Well anyways, right now though Kiersten and I were playing CoD zombies, and in my opinion, kicking some dead butt. We soon died though, which was my fault, I was too busy in my latest and greatest text-a-thon with Jordan.

Jordan: Chinchillas or penguins?

Me: Oh that’s hard…umm…penguins?

Jordan: You suck. I would pick a chinchilla any day.

Me: I so do not suck. I have wanted one ever since I say Private from Madagascar.

Jordan: So you would pick a psychotic penguin over a fluffy chinchilla? Shame.

Me: Oh please shame on you. Next question. Cool ranch or nacho cheese Doritos?

Jordan: Nacho cheese. Come on give me some good questions woman!

Me: I just had to check. That’s rather important information I need to know about you if we are going to build a paradise together.

“JOHNNY MUNCHES ON A PRINGLE! JASLYN JOHNNY IS MUNCHING ON A FUCKING PRINGLE PAY ATTENTION,” Kiersten was yelling at me, waving the Xbox remote in my face. For the record, Johnny munches on a Pringle means that shit is starting to go down. She had either run out of ammo or we were surrounded by the moaning undead. Basically, it would mean Jaslyn please help me, but before I could look up we died.               

“Hey eleven rounds. Not bad baby sis,” I stated while bumping her with my elbow.

“Yeah you’re right. Not bad, considering I was playing by myself,” she added, upset.

“Oh c’mon, I have a right to be distracted, this is going to actually happen in a day.”

“So what does flirting with Jordan have to do with anything? Oh and although my opinion probably doesn’t matter that much to you right now, I would prefer the relationship to stay business-like for the first few weeks at least, you know, if you can manage.”

“I can too manage. It’s just Jordan. And besides a game of twenty or so questions might get him to tell me where the hell we are going.”

I checked my phone, which had five unanswered messages. I then glanced up at my sister who then said passively, “Oh yeah. It’s juuussstt Jordan.”

Jordan: Ah ha. Why would my Dorito preference be important?

Jordan: Hello…

Jordan: Craigslist girl….