Reverence [Shyan]

peace

"How about one night then? One day and one night there." There was little to be arguing about as Shane was already driving them both to Connecticut. Ryan was finally free of his cane, but Shane still wanted to play it safe and offered to drive the entire way there.

"All of this driving for only that?" Shane sighed. The constant highway was making him grow weary, and he was glad they were almost there. 

Ryan pouted: "Don't be rude. At least I have been enjoying this roadtrip so far."

"That's true," Shane chuckled, "I've really missed being able to just go out and do these with you... even if it involves a hellish amount of driving for me." Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Can't drop it, can you?" There was a bit of silence between them, as some country song filtered softly through the speakers from the radio station, intensifying the hazy sunlight in the car and the atmosphere around them. It was growing late and the heat wouldn't be as intense outside, but within the car the temperature was comfortably warm. "I've really missed being with you like this too."

"Aw shucks, you're too sweet," Shane joked, punching Ryan's shoulder gently with his free arm yet keeping his eyes on the road. Ryan laughed softly, yet it only came out as a few accented breaths.

Shane glanced out of the corner of his eye at him and grinned. His friend hadn't looked at him when he had said that, yet was rather staring out at the road in front of him. The sunlight from outside was reflected on his face and down his nose and through his hair. He would fiddle with the camera on his lap, waiting to be at his use once they arrived to their destination. Then they would still, and his breathing be the only force to move him other than the car swaying every once in a while to change directions or lanes. He seemed happy - tranquil.

The sun on his skin reflected from the windows evened out the warmth Shane felt inside just glancing at Ryan ever so often. It was almost as if his mood was contagious. What Shane would do to capture that moment, if not by camera. Too bad he was driving. 

"Hey, did you know," Shane spoke up, pointing at the cliff beside them, "Up there is our destination."

"What?"

"You can't see it, but it's right up there. We have to go around though." Ryan was right; you couldn't see anything yet. It just seemed like some wall of rock and greenery amidst the city beside the expressway. It was funny how something so wild and forgotten sat right in the middle of the busy and bustling city. 

"We're almost there," Ryan mumbled, shifting up a bit. He had been dozing on and off during the day in the car, and was ready to go exploring at last.

"On the Google Maps Street View, it looks like the park is actually locked off from the rest of the road - just the road gate though," Shane commented, turning off the expressway. "Aren't you glad we got that tent?"

"Yeah, yeah," he waved off, shaking his head.

"Come on, it was the smallest one that wasn't a one-person. We didn't go camping for Bigfoot, but we should start doing more camping things for these videos. It'll be fun."

"Shane."

"Yeah?"

"We know next to nothing about camping."

"My dad took me out backwoods camping like... probably at least twice when I was a spry young'un."

"And who did all the planning and actual camping?" Ryan seemed to know he won the argument as Shane made various noises of contemplation, thinking of a response. He turned the car into a smaller neighborhood street.