A Writer's Bucket List

The Matt Cave

Auriel's POV

Nicole forced me to drive for the remaining hour of the trip. Can I just gratatata your nasty ass getting a fucking blowjob right now. Ugh Jesus! You need him. The things I saw during this hour. The things I thought. My fingers were itchy. I didn't want to scratch my middle finger or anything, just wanted to flash my beautifully chipped nail polish at everyone. I had this urge. I looked down at my phone, then at Niks. She was falling asleep. why is it so hot?

My thighs were plastered to Blue's leather seat. Need to disinfect this next time. The GPS said something that I just couldn't resist but ignore. It came back to bite me quite quickly.

Turns out I stayed in the same lane when I was supposed to turn right. Where is my mind? Ha, that's funny cause Where is My Mind is playing.

Focus. Orange letters flashed on one of those alert billboard things the city puts on streets and freeways. Crash ahead . Carpool closed. Great. That's just fucking peachy. Another unnecessary hour added. I looked at Niks again. She was asleep now. The finger itching persisted.
Not literally though, metaphorically. Matt. I peered down at my phone. The traffic was so bad I could turn off Blue, walk out, shake hands with blowjob Betty, walk back, and no one would give a fuck. Might as weeeeeell. I grabbed my phone and texted Matt. Are you home yet?

A couple minutes away. Why? He replied. The finger itching ceased.

I didn't switch lanes because The Pixies are more important to listen to than the GPS. Now im stuck in traff. I've decided it would be nice to kno where to go. And not get lost. Again.

You're driving? And texting? You bad ass . Yeh, I'll send you the address.

I typed in the new destination. Traffic was no longer at snail pace. It upgraded to turtle.

My stomach rumbled. I reached back into a bag of crap we bought at seven eleven. My armpit was almost on Niks face. Haaaa that's right hoe. Smeeeell it. I sat correctly on the driver's seat again and peeled my banana. Blowjob Betty! I smacked Nik's leg. "What" she groaned.

"Dude look!" Niks looked out the window.

"What the fu- is she? Ewwww. Oh. That- That's nice." she choked.

"BLOWJOB BETTY!" I yelled.

"Shut the fuck up dude, let her finish the job." Nik's face was contorted in a disgusted, yet amazed way.

Blowjob Betty heard my scream and looked up quickly. Her lip-gloss looked like lip-liner. The rest of the lip-gloss was probably on that disgusting man's dingaling. She was still looking at us so I decided to mock her. I grabbed the banana and shoved it in and out my mouth, rolling my eyes. Nix started laughing and made a motion with her fist and cheek. Betty started screaming profanities at us and it made everything even funnier.

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Nicole's POV

The sunset looked beautiful. All the colors were reflected onto the Bay. It was getting darker and darker and I saw no sign of motels. Aur was driving up one of San Francisco's famous steep streets. She was driving slow looking out the window. I looked at her inquisitively. I did't comment though. I pulled the seat up so I could see out the window. "Hey that van looks like Floyd's" I said. She stopped Blue.

"Where?!" she exclaimed.

"Ummm... back there?" I murmured. She stepped on the gas on reverse. "Hey! The breaks! My baby! You're hurting Blue dipshit!" Aur found a space big enough for a buggy. You have reached your destination. I looked at an extatic Aur. "Where the hell are we? I see no motel Aur."