Cute Short Stories

Road Trip Shenanigans -- Short Story 39

Road Trip Shenanigans -- Short Story 39

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Letting myself into my best friend's house, I questioned why I hadn't seen her car parked in the front. I dragged my heavy duffle bag inside before dropping it onto the chair by the front door. I slipped my shoes off and sprinted up the stairs like it's my own house.

"Val!" I called, reaching the landing. "How come your car isn't out fron-" I walked into her room without knocking and found Valerie and her brother Malcolm arguing. "Sorry." I muttered, re-shutting the door. Moving back to the top of the stairs, I sat on the step.

Val and I recently graduated, so we planned a camping trip. We're suppose to be leaving today, but something tells me that could be delayed. It's more of a road trip than anything as well because it'll take a few days to get to our campsite. Her brother is supposedly going camping at the same place, just not with us.

The front door creaked open below as I sat twisting my naturally red hair around one of my fingers. A seemingly familiar boy walked in, calling out for Malcolm as he did.

"Malc-" He was half way up the stairs before he noticed me. "Is Malcolm here?"

"He's in Val's room." I stuck my thumb in the direction of her bedroom. "But I wouldn't go in there because they're fighting." I knew it was already too late to tell him. The boy already sprinted past me and had opened the door by time I finished.

"Sorry..." Just like I had, he mumbled an apology before joining me. He sat in the hallway against the wall just behind me. I turned sideways on the step so that I could see him.

"You could've told me they were arguing." He grumbled while giving me a nasty look.

"I tried." I shrugged, ignoring it. "You didn't listen."

"You must be Valerie's friend." The boy now gave me a long look. "I'm Malcolm's friend."

"Does Malcolm's friend have a name?" I laughed, letting my hair fall back off my shoulders.

"Sorry," He chuckled, "I'm Marshall."

"Sydney," I nodded, "but Syd is okay too."

"I'm guessing that was your bag at the bottom of the stairs?" Marshall smirked, "So I'm also assuming you're going camping with Valerie?"

"Yup." I gave him a slow nod this time. "And you're the friend Malcolm's bringing?"

"That would be me." He laughed again, "Do you know what they're arguing about?"

"If I knew, I'd probably be in there breaking it up." I grinned as Marshall frowned, giving the bedroom door a glance. "It's Malcolm and Val though. They'll argue about anything."

"It better be good." He grumbled more. "We're gonna be leaving late now."

When the step began being uncomfortable for me and the silence that settled between us was fairly awkward, I decided to burst the siblings bubble and go in there again.

"Where are you going?" Marshall jumped up behind me. "Don't go in the-" Too late.

I whipped the door open to get Val and Malcolm's much needed attention. Standing with my hands on my hips, I felt more threatening. I stood up to my full 5'10 to tower over my much smaller best friend. At 5'5, almost everyone does. Malcolm was a bit of a problem being at least 6'2, but I pulled off my menacing act none the less.

"What is going on?" I glared at both of them. Valerie stood with a small smirk forming thanks to my grand entrance. Malcolm was gapping at me. "Hello?" I waved my hand in his face. A chuckle erupted behind me from Marshall. Apparently he had decided to watch this.