Run Away With Me [Kaylor]

5.

"How long left?" Cara asks, teeth gritted together as she prevented the many items placed in the backseat with her, from attacking her when Karlie suddenly turned the car right. She had been bitter about being forced to sit in the back, but the fact that all of Taylor's stuff was also piled up there, knocking into her at every swerve of the car and bump in the toad just pissed her off:

"We're here," Karlie replied, pulling into the parking lot of a cheap looking motel that bordered Kentucky, but sat in Charelston, West Virginia.

"About fucking time," Cara points out, happily hopping out of the car and gathering her bag of clothes and essentials out of the back of the vehicle, mindlessly wandering around the almost full parking lot, the gravel beneath her feet still slightly slick from when it was rainy in earlier in the town. She looked down into a small puddle that had formed in a pothole and stared at her reflection for a minute before she saw the two other girls head inside to the reception.

"We have one room, with two single beds and one room with two double beds. They're the only choices ma'am," the young, red-headed reception told them, chewing on her mint gum loudly simultaneously.

"We'll take the second option," Karlie sif he's, she was hoping that there'd be a room with a pullout couch or something so none of then would have to share a bed.

Karlie took Taylor's bag for her to alleviate how much she had to carry after seeing her struggle with the box of her mothers journals that she didn't want to leave in the car in case they got stolen. Cara trailed behind them, sulking, and watching how freely they interacted with each other and she couldn't help but wish she had that sort of relationship with Karlie. The one where they could talk about anything and nothing for hours, a relationship where she could give her whole heart and know that it wasn't going to be stomped on - most people didn't know this about her because she hid it so well with her arrogant persona, but Cara just wanted to be wanted and loved.

They walk back outside and climb the white, metal stairs onto the second and last floor of the building. Karlie fumbled with the keys for a second, but eventually managed to open the door to the room, which, surprisingly, wasn't that bad; it was tidy, had air conditioning, a small kitchen area and a clean bathroom.

"It's almost one am, so I say we just go to sleep now because we're hitting the road again tomorrow  pretty early," Karlie told them, peering out of the window, which overlooked the parking lot - but she was now focused in the brightness of the full moon and the way it captivated her in its pureness.

"Who's sleeping where?" Taylor asked, which was the question Karlie had been dreading the whole time.

Karlie turned around to find both girls staring expectantly at her for a decision, "I'll share with Taylor and Cara can have her own bed because she moves a lot," she said, trying to play it off as her having an actual reason for the combination of her and Taylor sharing, other than the fact that she had a thing for the blonde.

Taylor seemed content with the decision, as she walked into the bathroom to have a quick shower, taking a worn out Rolling Stones t shirt and cotton shorts with her.

"Are you kidding me?" Cara asked, unimpressed by the decision.

"What?" Karlie replied nonchalantly, turning her back to her friend and stripping herself of her t shirt and denim shorts so she could put on a similar outfit to what Taylor was going to wear. She heard Cara mutter something to herself, and if she had to bet on what she said, she knew it wasn't anything positive about her.

Taylor walks out of the bathroom with wet hair, and is immediate greeted with the sight of Cara sleeping in the bed closest to the bathroom and Karlie asleep in the bed nearest to the motel room door. Their bodies facing opposite direction to each other.