Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

All My Car Smells Like Chocolate

(A couple days later)

3:04 a.m

“DJ turn it up, it’s about damn time to  live it up.”

The breeze flowed into the car, setting of an eerie positive vibe.  The perfect mood to sing along to Ke$ha. It’s about three in the morning in Cali. I’m currently finishing the long drive to San Diego, because I can. Justin, the guy from Greensboro, keeps calling me and it hurts to even think that he misses me. Me. The girl who drove her family away.

Isn’t that cliché enough.

I was serious when I said I like the night better, which is why when the sun peaks up; I stop for a rest break. I’ve stopped and slept in motels in the other states, the cheapest motel I could by and sometimes, those motels are cheap and disgusting. But driving at night gives me more millage and I can speed. I’m about fifteen hours away from Levi’s place and then I have to rest because tomorrow is the tour.

The night smells of mist and cow ass.

It used to smell like this at home all the time, mainly because my family loved to farm. My mum kept one of the cows as a pet. She ironically named it Betty. Betty, in the end, made some pretty good steaks.

I laughed at the thought, but slumped further in the seat at the thought of my mum. I miss her so much and it hurts to know she wants nothing to do with me.

I sigh and grip my hands tighter on the steering wheel. I wonder how they are and if they even miss me.

Of course not, they left you.

The hard, yet subtle truth. But yet, I can still see my family as clear as day in my mind;

“Mum! Look, look, we caught a big one!” I exclaimed holding a big bass fish my dad caught. It was really heavy, but I didn’t want to drop it.

“That’s wonderful dear.” She exclaimed as she wiped her hands on the apron and bent down to my height. “Now, where’s your sister and father?” she quickly tied back her brown hair.

“Over here!” My dad walked in with a hat covering his blonde (Grey haired) hair and Luce tailing behind him. Luce is my older sister. She’s three years older than me, making her 14.

“Jeff, what are we supposed to do with that huge a-”

“Barb dear,” My dad raised an eyebrow at her, while Luce snickered. “We can grill it and invite the Stanley’s over.” Luce’s face flushed a deep red.

“Oooo! Luce has a boyfriend, Luce has a boyfriend!” I taunt.

“I don’t! Now shut up you little bimbo!” Although it sounded mean, I knew she didn’t mean it. I have a strong bond with my sister and we get along just fine.

“So, Lukas Stanley isn’t your boyfriend?” I raised my eyebrows at her as my parents engaged in their own conversation.

“You little twerp.” She whispered. “I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend, now shush! I tell you more about it later I promise.” She bent down and squatted to my level, her blonde hair swinging as she held her pinkie out for me. I stared into her grey eyes as she did my green ones.

“Promise?”

“Promise” I hooked my pinkie with hers. “Love ya Ame’s.”

“Ew!” I exclaimed as she planted a wet kiss to my cheek. “You’re gross! Now I got Stanley cooties on me!”

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my crewneck and step on the gas a little harder. I would give up this band, the fans, the fame, I would give it all up if it meant I could have my family back. Even the cootie filled Lukas Stanley.