"What can you even do in this car for eleven and a half hours? This is going to be so boring." Paige says with a lollipop in her mouth. Her head is leaning on the car window, and her legs are all scrunched up on the car seat. She had her feet up on the dashboard earlier, but my dad gave her that look parents give their children when they have done something wrong, so she decided to move them.
"You sound, and look just like a little kid." I grin.
"Hahaha, you're so funny." She says overly sarcastic, rolling her eyes at me while brushing her golden-brown hair off her shoulder. If you've only met Paige once, she would come off as one of those sarcastic bitchy girly girls, but she's nothing like that, well that's partially right.
"If your soo bored, then call your parents," I suggest while scrolling through my Spotify playlist. A few months ago Paige and I created some playlists, for our separate road trips to Massachuset Cambridge. And one for... I don't really know what it's for, Paige wanted it to be some party playlist, for when she's throwing a party in our dorm room, but I gave her that judgy look, and she promised me she wouldn't throw a party in our dorm room, which made me satisfied.
"I talked to them yesterday when you were sleeping. My granny is fine I guess. She just had the stomach flu... Oh, and there's a little change in plans. My parents will meet us at the hotel in Cambridge when we get there." Paige is so excited, you can tell by the way she's beaming with happiness and how prominent her dimples are.
"Your parents texted me earlier this morning about the details." My dad breaks in. His eyes are all focused on the road.
"That's amazing," I say with a huge smile on my face. I was nervous that her grandmother was truly sick. But I have to admit that a stomach flu for an elder is still very bad.
Most of the hours in the car go by with talking, sleeping, reading, watching Netflix, playing tic tac toe and driving. We all take turns to drive. But it's mostly my dad who's driving since he doesn't want us to be exhausted, or because he doesn't trust our driving abilities.
"OMG 1 hour left until we are in Cambridge," Paige yells, hopefully for the last time. She's been yelling how many hours there were left, every time an hour passed, for the past 10 hours.
"Yeah." My dad and I cheer in unison like we had all the other times. Our voices are raspy, like we've smoked a pack of cigarettes every day for the past month. I hate cigarettes, well hate is an understatement, I despise them. I don't know why, I've just always associated it with bad things.
The sun is long gone, and it's pitch black outside. Shaking the thought of cigarettes out from my head, I pull a blanket over my body, close my eyes and put on my headphones.
"Paige, do you know which hotel your parents have booked? " My dad questions. I try to turn up the volume of my music to drown them out.
"Yeah Hotel Hampton Creek Massachusetts."
"Great, cause your mom didn't tell me over the phone"- "Do you know how long they have stayed in Cambridge?"
"I think they just checked in 2 hours ago, or something. My grandma lives in Lancaster, so it isn't that far away from Cambridge."
Their talk thins out, and the only thing I can hear now is the GPS. " Take the second exit onto Shrewsbury St. at the roundabout."
The robotic voice is kinda irritating, but I can live with it.
Just as I'm about to fall asleep something starts buzzing in the car. Oh, come on.
"Hello, it's Matthew Parker speaking what can I do for you," My dad informs with his business voice.
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Always Connected
RomansaAlways connected is an enticing romance novel about McKenna Parker, a seventeen-year-old girl with a unforgettable past. She was a young girl who experienced the death of her mother, the sorrow of her best friend moving away and her dad being more...
