F/D = Favorite drink
You all packed, traveling light because you'd get most of the stuff you needed in town. Everyone emptied out their backpacks and filled it with whatever you thought was needed. Clothes, Necessities, etc. You all piled into the car, said your goodbyes to the house, as you'd be seeing it again in a few weeks, and you all drove off to Gettysburg. The actual battle wasn't held at Gettysburg, but you weren't allowed to do it in new York, and Gettysburg has a lot of fields, so Washington chose a spot that is commonly used for reenactments.
You got onto the highway, and from there it'd be a 2-3 hour drive to the hotel in town, then after a week in the hotel, it'd be 2 weeks in a tent at the reenactment site. You have been on the highway for about 10 minutes, snacking on some cheerios, and you noticed the boys looked bored already. You looked up front to Alex, to your left at Thomas, to your right at Laf, and to the back at Herc and Laurens. They were all bored. "Are you all bored already???" They all groaned in response. "Do you all wanna play a game or something?" They all suddenly woke up from their boredom, and got excited. "What game?" John asked excitedly. "OH, 20 QUESTIONS!" Thomas would yell, making you jump. "20 questions it is..." you'd say, calming down from the mini heart attack Thomas gave you.
Run down of 20 questions, you think of a person, (in this case it'll be people they know.) And everyone has to ask questions that can be answered in yes or no, to get hints and guess who the person is. If they don't guess by the time they've asked 20 questions, the person being asked the questions wins. If someone guesses who it is, then they win.
"Ok, who wants to go first?" You'd ask everyone. "ME ME ME!" Alex would yell. He thought for a second of a person, then said, "Ok, shoot." Thomas went first. "Is the person tall?" Alex shook his head no. Your turn. "Is this person... smart?" Alex shook his head yes. After a few questions, it was Thomas's turn again. "Is this person good looking?" Alex shook his head yes. "Ok, is it Y/N?" Thomas would ask. Alex nodded. "Yep." Thomas had a little victory, while you covered yourself in your blanket. They said all of these things about you. They said you're smart, they said you're good looking, it all made you blush uncontrollably. Herc pulled the blanket off you, and you put your knees up and hid your face. "Awww, Y/N is blushin'." John would say petting your head. "N-no I'm not!" You'd say, swatting his hand away from your head. "Guys, don't pick on
Y/N. Let's stop and get some food." Washington would say pointing to a Red Robin. He parked the car, and you all got out. You all walked into the Red Robin, escaping the cold.A nice waiter sat you all down in a booth, and you sat between Alex and Laf, while Washington sat at the head of the booth, and across from you were Thomas, Mulligan, and Laurens. The waiter came back to take your order. "Hello, my name is Christopher, and I'll be serving you tonight. How bout' we get you started off with drinks?" You all ordered, and you got your favorite drink, F/D. He came back a few minutes later, handed you all your drinks, you ordered your food, then he left once again. You and Laurens worked on the activities on the little kids playmat thing, using cheap crayons to color in a burger. The waiter eventually came back with your food, and you all ate. Washington paid, and you all went to the little claw machines. John had been trying for 5 minutes to win a turtle plush. You walked over to him, pushed him aside, moved the claw machine handle a few times, and you won John the turtle plush. You all walked back to the table and sat down waiting for Washington. It was dark outside, and by the time Washington got back to the table to get you all to leave, you were fast asleep.
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