***REWRITTEN***
Chapter Six
Lexi's POV
As tree after tree passed by, I could only hope we were close to being there. There was nothing here but trees and more trees. I haven't seen a gas station in the passed thirty miles. And I could only be thankful that we had gotten gas at the last gas station.
Sitting up and I took my head off of Mason’s chest and my feet off of Kyle’s lap. They were completely focused on the television in front of them watching Step Brothers, laughing every once in a while. But mostly just saying the lines along with them. I couldn't tell you how many times they had seen this movie, but it's got to be a lot.
Fiddling in my seat and finding it completely hard to stay still I shook out my legs and rolled my neck. “Are we almost there?” I questioned. My butt was hurting from this seat and I wanted nothing more than to walk around and get out of this car.
“Almost.” Oliver stated before something popped and sent a series of cuss words flying from his mouth. Kyle and Mason looked to where Oliver was fuming and Jackie sat laughing in the passenger seat.
“What happened?” Brittany and I chorused as we both looked at each other in confusion.
“We have a flat tire.” Jackie wheezed out between fits of laughter. “We do have a spare tire right?” She asked Oliver who had his head on the steering wheel.
“Yeah we do. Any of you know how to fix one?”
“No.” everyone chorused but me who said, “Yeah.”
They looked at me hopefully as I climbed out of the car going to the back right tire and sighing. “You ran over broken glass, completely slashed the tire. Get me the spare.” As I began to work on the tire, Oliver went back around towards the driver’s seat and blasted the music to Nicki Minaj’s Starships. I laugh as my friends begin to dance and sing as the cars drive past on the highway, some honking their horns and others not caring.
“I told you she could do it. I have faith in my wife.” Mason said throwing an arm over my shoulder and leading me towards the car. I was a little taken a back from the nickname. He hadn't called me that in a while and it definitely came as a surprise.
“Liar,” I scolded, “I heard you taking to Kyle and Oliver. Saying she couldn’t do it. You, my lying husband, will be getting a divorce.”
He pulled us to a stop, looking at me and then falling to his knees on the ground. He placed a hand on his heart and said, “Please my beautiful wife, I love you. Please, don’t divorce me, just . . . just, banish me to the couch.” He finished holding up his hands and grabbing mine. “I will sleep on the couch forever, but please don’t divorce me.” Trying to hold in my laughter, along with everyone else, I nodded. He stood and wrapped me in a hug, “Thank you wifey. Now we can live happily ever after.” He smirked and dragged me towards the car. He looked back at me and said, “Too bad we’re not sleeping on a bed.”
“No, but you won’t be allowed to enter our tent. You’ll be sleeping on the outside on the ground and under the stars.” I teased and climbed into the car after him.
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“You said you knew how to put up a tent.” I told him, placing my hands on my hips and looking at Mason like a mother would look at their busted child for sticking their hand in the cookie jar right before dinner. “You don’t know how to do you?”
