Part One

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Come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be. As a friend, as a friend, as a known enemy. Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late. Take a rest as a friend, as an old memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria...

Nirvana was blaring throughout the interior of the car, the bass sending vibrations all around the outside of the twin's shared Range Rover. Robert was in the driver's seat with Hadley in the passenger. The twins had planned a road trip with three of their friends; Bryson, Christi, and Brandon. They were headed up to the Rocky Mountain range, as the city they were from was located right at the base of the hilly terrain. They had a place in which they camped every couple of months-- their place. It was isolated by various tree species, with a small stream located near the area. Squirrels and birds chirped and played among the branches as a soft breeze would blow between the leaves. It was paradise for the small group-- nirvana.

Hadley propped her arm up on the door of the SUV, her stunning green eyes watching the cars roll by on the freeway. She licked her plump pink lips, the memory of the last time the group went camping playing in her head. They had spent most of their time near and in the water of one of the famous lakes that was located there. Tubing, fishing, barbecuing on the shore. 

The red head felt anxious eyes glance at her from the drivers seat, causing her to snap out of her daze and face him. She cocked her red brow, her forehead gaining a small amount of wrinkles as she questioned his glances.

"You good?" Robert asked in a soft, but worried tone of voice, his eyes moving between her and the road. He knew she had a tendency of getting anxiety when the vehicle was that loud, or when there were too many bodies in a small spot. He knew that literally anything could set her off, and he was the only one who knew how to help her.

She lowered her brow, nodding in response to his question with a small smile. "I'm doing fine." she reassured him, reaching her hand over to squeeze his shoulder lightly before returning it to her lap. "Are you?"

"Yeah," he told her, no longer paying attention to her and was now focusing on the road. He purses his lips, his somewhat long hair blowing very faintly due to the fact that the air conditioner was on-- and finally working again. Hadley nodded and turned around to face her friends, a bright smile plastered across her face as she watched them all sing the lyrics to the next Nirvana song on the CD, Lithium.
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After forty-five minutes of driving, they had finally arrived to their spot. The charcoal grey vehicle came to a stop, the engine dying down as Rob turned the car off. "Alright, here we are!" he spoke with excitement in his voice, his green eyes sparkling as he glanced at Hadley before getting out of the car. Christi and Hadley stepped out of the car at the same time, them exchanging a look of joy before going to the trunk where all the supplies were located-- along with the Twin's dog.

Lukah was Hadley's beloved Australian Shepherd, whom was white in color, having both dark and light red spots covering his fluffy body. His ears stayed slightly perked up, having the tips flop over, the left one having a knick in it from when he got attacked by a much larger dog as a pup. Hadley brought him everywhere with her; to the park, on vacation, to the store. He usually wore a special vest to tell people that he was her therapy dog, and not so much as a pet. But the friends treated him like family.

Robert flipped the trunk open, causing the dog to jump out almost immediately, trotting off to find a proper location to do his business while the friends unloaded. Hadley took a step back, bumping into Brandon, the man she was in love with. "Oh, sorry," she apologized, smiling slightly as she strafed to the side so that she was standing beside him rather than against him. He grinned, wrapping his arm around her playfully to reassure her that it was fine. She looked up at him, furrowing her brows until he pulled away, removing the bright red ice chest from the trunk.

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