chester chester chester..- chester
ingrid couldn't stop thinking that name.
she was going to be stuck in the same car as him.
with marcie the slut, doug the mutt, and wyatt the c-
you really don't need to know the rest.
but, point being..-
well, point being chester.
sure, they had been on the same bus,
but that was with others.
like, others.
more than three others.
more.
what were they supposed to even drive?
who was supposed to drive?
she didn't trust chester, marcie didn't even come relatively close,
and doug, well, doug.. she didn't know him.
wyatt? wyatt was friends with chester.
who in their right-mind would trust anyone even similar to him?
ingrid may not be known for her sane,
but she had reason to believe that wyatt was just as bad as chester,
maybe even more.
so, once again,
who was supposed to drive?-
"y'all will be taking shifts,
once every few hours you change spots with whomever is next in the rotary,
and we'll have a stop when it gets past dawn, for brakes, showers,
food and sleep.. you only have 5 hours for it, make it useful!
questions?"
ingrid cleared her throat,
and raised her hand slowly, unsure.
"yes, darlin'?" mr.r asked her
"uhm, do we make our own driving rotary systems,
or do you already have those set-up?" she looked at him, while chester looked at her.
"oh, I had them made up already, lemme just checckk- ah! here it is.
chester, you'll be starting."
all ingrid heard was a whoop, and out of the corner of her eye,
she saw chester smirking.
he had realized ingrid probably didn't trust him,
and was ready to make a reason to not
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chester and ingrid
Historia Cortanaturally, the wild-flower-concoction was bound to bring chester and ingrid [the opposites of opposites] together. Copyright@ dopeee [lowercase intended]• 'i'll pull the s t a r s down from the heaven just to fill the v o i d of your...
