•48 hours•//phan

Hour 8

We pull up to a dimly lit gas station to fill up, but when we walk in, we find it deserted.

"I guess we get it for free," I shrug as Dan giggles.

"I guess so. Let's grab some food too, I'm starving."

I nod, and then we're filling up baskets full of candy, sugary drinks, cold sandwiches, and a bunch of other shit that we decide we want.

"Are we leaving?" He asks once we've both got two baskets full.

I hum and open the door for him and put the food, baskets and all, in the trunk.

"Can we go to the beach."

"Whatever you want."