Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Settling In

Scott’s POV

"5 minutes!” I called to everyone in the car. They stopped singing along to Katy Perry long enough to cheer.

“Good, my legs are cramping!”

“Thank God, our dreams are coming true!”

“Yes! Here we go!”

I didn’t know who said what, because the music was way too loud and I was only paying half-attention anyways.

“I’m gonna miss the constant intake of the Scott View,” Mitch giggled next to me. We had been driving for 5 hours, and it was nearing 6 AM. We stopped at Arby’s on the way up, and everyone slept in the car for about an hour a little bit ago. Somewhere between Arlington and Las Vegas, the road trip turned into an adrenaline rush, and we were all kept running by our own thoughts. No one had any energy at all, but it didn’t matter. Our aspirations were energizing enough.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be getting up close and personal in some room somewhere in Vegas,” I laughed, stopping at a stop sign.

“But we’ll be all drunk and stupid, then. I like looking at you when I’m sober- when we’re both sober,” He replied, rubbing his hand up and down my forearm. I started the car back up and continued down the road. It was desolate so far, and the dazing lights of Las Vegas had yet to come into view.

“Mitchie, I’m so excited!” Kirstie squealed, clapping her hands in the backseat.

“Me too!” He said back, smiling widely and turning up the Katy Perry. We kept driving for a glimpse of what we’ve been waiting for.

“Hey!” Kevin yelled, rolling down the window and pointing upward. Everyone stopped singing and looked to where his hand was-and we saw it.

The “Welcome to Vegas” sign, written in red cursive and sparkling with white lights. Everyone starting screaming and jumping up and down in their seats. We were actually here, ready to be the first successful a cappella group in forever. I drove into Las Vegas, and the farther we delved into the city, the more personality illuminated each corner.

Street performers sang their hearts out or danced their souls out, and multi-colored lights flashed wildly on every person and building. Hundreds of signs were plastered on every wall, and extravagant walkers were smiling and singing and dancing along the sidewalk. Traffic was bad, but most people seemed to take bikes or walk. Crazy colors were everywhere you looked, and I loved it.

Vegas was my city. The lights, the performers, the action. It was for an artistic people, just like Mitch, Avi, Kirstie, Kevin, and I.

The huge smile on my face couldn’t be wiped off no matter how hard you tried.

We drove to Kirstie’s parents’ spare house. It wasn’t unbelievable or anything, but compared to the apartment Mitch and I lived in, it was a mansion. 2 floors, a full acre, and it even had its own garage. I parked in the driveway and everyone spilled out of the Audi, like a spilled soda.