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Billie was nice enough to give me a shirt, free of charge, as long as David and I stayed for an hour or two to learn about the history of the Pyramid Lake Paiute tribe. I was completely fine with that, as long as I didn't have to stand under David's judgmental eye naked anymore. It's not like we had anywhere to be or any real way to get there. Without our phones, work was a useless thought and getting home didn't mean that much. Three quarters of a tank probably wouldn't even get us back to the state of California, and we had no money to refill the gas tank. We could hear about some Indians for a few hours. It was really the least we could do.

David got grumpier and grumpier as the day went on, maybe realizing our situation was a lot worse than he originally thought. We could only make it as far as the car could take us without any money, and we had no one to call to help us get home. In other words, we were royally fucked. I knew he didn't have an actual job to get back to, but I did. The library wouldn't be the same without me there, and I felt bad that I couldn't even call and tell them I was basically stranded in the middle of nowhere.

We ended up staying at the musuem for three hours, only a few others trickling in and out with fishing poles seeking permits, before we made a call. David, somehow, thought he had a number in his head. He wasn't one hundred percent sure it was Jason Nash's, but he was confident enough to give it a shot.

"Hello?" the person on the other side of the phone answer, and I squealed with glee when I heard the slightly nasal Boston accent. It was Jason, alright. Maybe we weren't doomed.

"Jason!" David cheered, shooting me a quick thumbs up before looking back at the phone that sat on the counter. "It's David."

"David, where the hell are you? You stole that girl's car. She let you and that girl go to 7/11 and you never came back," he sounded fatherly, and I felt like I was back in middle school, getting yelled at for being out past eleven. The thought sent shivers up my spine. "We almost filed a missing person's report when we found your phone and your wallet. Is she still with you?"

"Hi," I spoke up, a small, awkward smile on my face even though he couldn't see me. "I'm here."

"Oh thank God," Jason seemed to sigh with relief. "Your friend Suzanne is freaking the fuck out. So are we. Where are you?"

"Uh, Nevada," David answered with a slight chuckle. "In the middle of buttfuck nowhere, dude. We have no clue. We both just woke up and we were here, no memory of what happened last night."

"All I know is that you were both really drunk and went to go get slurpees, but you never came back."

"Why did we take the girl's car?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I would've asked who let us leave hammered? but my friends didn't stop us either, so it wasn't fair to rag on David's friends since they were the only ones we could contact. I had to be nice.

"I think your cars were blocked in or something," Jason explained. "I don't know, if you didn't call us or Suzanne today we were going to file a report. We thought you were kidnapped or something; you can't do that."

"I mean, it's not technically our fault," David squinted like he knew he was lying. "You let us go drunk."

"What do you have on you? We have both of your phones and wallets," Jason said.

"We have nothing. I mean, I have my camera, and the car, and three quarters of a tank of gas, which, by the way," David laughed, "I'm not entirely sure how we got. We obviously filled up at least once in the night but neither of us had any money."

"I had a hundred in my bra," I monotonously commented without thinking, then gasped when I realized what I had just said. I didn't even remember that I had moved the money from my wallet to my person until just then. Dipping my hand into my bra, I pulled out sixty two dollars.

David's face lit up at the sight of cash, and he snatched it from my hand without second thought. It may not get us all the way home (especially if we were going to buy food sometime today), but it definitely was something. Who would've thought that a few twenties, still damp and deformed from being stuffed in my bra, would be our beacon of hope?

"We have sixty two dollars, Jason," David smiled, crushing it into his palm. "Wow, sixty two. That'll get us home, right?"

"I don't know. You're five hundred miles away, David. This is not good," Jason huffed from the other line, and I could practically see him rubbing his eyes in frustration. "Just start home and call me whenever you can."

"Okay."

"Wait!" Jason yelled only seconds before David placed the phone on the hook. The silence in the room was deafening.

"That was probably something important," I sighed, rubbing my temples to calm my raging nerves. "He was probably going to tell us how to get home, and you hung up on him."

"Eh," David shrugged, shoving my money in his pocket and turning around. "Thanks, Billie. It's been cool. I'll recommend you to anyone coming past here."

"Goodbye, guys," Billie smiled, placing two snack sized bags of Lay's potato chips into my empty arms.

"Oh, no, you've already done so much for us," I refused, trying to give them back but to no avail. He really had. Billie gave us shelter while we gathered our thoughts, clothing to keep me warm, and enough information about the Paiute tribe and Lahontan Cutthroat Trout to last a lifetime.

"My treat," Billie gently grinned, forcing the bags back into my hands. His shy smile and warm demeanor made it hard to try and refuse again. Usually, I was tentative around the elderly. The ladies were usually rude, and the men were usually perverts, but Billie was a nice . "It is not very often I see a couple of young people so willing to learn about things that mean nothing to them. Bless you both, and safe travels on your journey home."

"Thank you, Billie!" I waved, following after David who had already exited the visitor's center. "I will give you the best Yelp review ever!"

hi guys i have severe writers block so this sucks but whatever!

literally a light but distinct smell of weed wafted into my living room and i told my mom it smelled like smoke (so she didnt ask me how i knew what weed smelled like) and she went back to my brothers room to investigate and shes been back there for like 15 minutes!! she closed his bedroom door after the first five!!! pretty sure they are smoking weed back there together lmao 

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