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Worst Case Scenario

"Hey, (y/n)! Wake up!" I sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Mark was next to me shaking my arm. "It's time to get going!" he said, face full of excitement.

At first I was confused at why he had so much energy in him today. Then I realised that it was the 30th of October. We had planned to go to Cracker Barrel for a long time now.

I looked at the clock. "Oh, dude. Why didn't you wake me earlier?" I quickly rush to get my bag.

"Sorry, I thought you wanted your beauty rest before we headed out," he said.

"Well we better hurry or we might not get there in time." Chica trailed behind us as we went into the car. "Got everything we need?" I asked.

"Yup," he said confidently. Chica hopped into the back of the van and we strapped in our seatbelts. Mark started the engine and we were on the road. After a few minutes, the dashboard started beeping. "That can't be good."

The fuel tank was almost empty. "Mark, how could you forget to fill the tank!?"

"Don't look at me like that. It's going to be fine. The next gas station should be around here somewhere." We looked at the GPS and it was about less than a mile away.

It made me anxious that we might stuck on the road. Luckily, we made it there before the van stopped moving. We had to push it into the gas station. Some people at the station were nice enough to help us out. Once Mark filled up the tank and I bought some snacks from the convenience store, we went back out onto the road. I checked the time and it was 7pm. How would we get there in time?

I looked at the GPS. The next turning was about to come up, but Mark wasn't paying attention. He instead went past the exit. "Mark, we were supposed to turn that way to Cracker Barrel."

"Oh crap. No worries the GPS will find another route for us to take," Mark said. The GPS showed that we would have to take the next exit but it will take a little longer, a couple of minutes more.

"Okay, we're still on track. We can still get there in time to stuff our faces with delicious dumplings," Mark smiled to me.

"Um, doesn't it close around ten o'clock?" He looked to me as his face fell. He wasn't looking at the road, causing the van to move to the left and we almost crashed into the side barrier. The horns blaring at us from other cars brought us back to reality, making Mark and I have a mini heart attack.

My heart was beating like I was on a roller coaster ride of death. I looked back to Chica to see if she was okay. A couple of things had toppled over but nothing was seriously damaged.

"Maybe we should call the place and see if they can close a little later," I suggested.

"Yeah, good idea."

I dialled the number and rang up the place. A few beeps later and they'd picked up the phone. I asked whatever questions I had and they responded with politeness. I thanked them and hung up the phone.

"So...do they close at ten?" Mark asked. I sighed. "Yeah, they do. They won't be able to open any later than that."

"I guess we gotta go super fast." Mark stepped on the accelerator but the van wasn't moving any faster than the speed limit. "Come on, dammit!"

"We're not gonna make it," I said with a sad expression.

"Don't get your hopes up yet, (y/n)," Mark said, "We will get there. I know it."

After several hours of radio music and awkward silence, we finally arrived at Cracker Barrel. However, we were 30 minutes late past closing time.

"I cant believe it. Now its closed and we didn't get anything to eat. If it wasn't for you, we would have come here on time and enjoyed some dumplings already," I said with anger in my voice.

"Okay, fine. But you're the one who slept in this afternoon."

I retaliated back. "Well you didn't fill the tank and almost got us killed on the road!"

Mark looked hurt after I had said those things. I wish I could take it back but it was too late.

We waited and slept in the van, along with Chica laying between the front seats. Guilt was eating me up inside for arguing with Mark about the situation we were in.

The sun rose and the shop was open for business. We probably looked like hobos to the first person that opened the shop. We bought the dumplings and brought it outside to eat.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you yesterday. I guess I was just being cranky and I took out my frustration on you. I'm really, really sorry."

"Well I'm sorry too. I should've listened to you in the first place or we might've gotten​ ourselves killed on the road."

"I guess we're even then?" I held out my hand.

"I guess we are." He smiled, shaking my hand. We continued enjoying our dumplings happily, with Chica eating some of the food that Mark had spilled.

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{A/N: heyo took me awhile to put all this together well and dandy...i probably need an editor/someone to help but im scared to show anyone else this fic...any suggestions?
Anyway hope u all enjoyed this story although its a little long hehe}