Road Trip

Chapter 1

(A/N, this was all created from a story idea by opu1ent)

"Please, Ry." My brother pleaded.

"No. This is my weekend, one of the only times I have off. I'm going to marathon movies all day, because finally, I have a weekend off at the cafe. I've been waiting for this day for weeks. Do you hear me? Weeks!"

"I know, but my car is full!"

"Tell one of your friends they can't come."

"But I already told them they could."

"Have someone sit on someone else's lap. Or shove four people across the middle seat."

"It's a four hour drive!"

"So?"

"There's not enough room for that."

"Get a bigger car?"

"I can't afford that, and you know it. Please!"

"No. Can't one of your friends drive?"

"No."

"Not a single one?"

"Well, Chris can, but he's driving another car full. And Reagan can, but he doesn't have a car, and his parents won't let him take theirs."

"Can't you guys just rent a car?"

"Come on, Ry. Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with hot Cheetos and chocolate on top?" I had to give it to him, he was clever to adjust the idiom to include my favorite foods. 

"Will you buy me hot Cheetos and chocolate?"

"All you can eat!" It was too tempting, and I knew I couldn't hold up anymore.

"Fine." I agreed. "But you better not be joking, or I will murder you in your sleep and feed you to the neighbor's doberman." He shuddered, and I smirked, knowing that my time would not be wasted for nothing. To the right of our house, a cosy cottage sat. A friendly couple lived there with a large vicious black dog. My twin had been afraid of it since we had moved and the dog had bit into his arm. I would get my food, and despite being dissapointed, the food was worth it. In my opinion, food was always worth it, given there was enough.

"Okay. So, I think Reagan will be in your car."

"Do I know him?"

"Do you know any of my friends?"

"Yes. I know Luke."

"Luke? We lost contact three years ago!"

"So, no. When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay. Leave now."

"Rude."

"Before I change my mind." I smirk again as he runs out. I hopped lightly off of my bed, and dug through my incredibly messy closet. It had been organized once, but after years of throwing random items into random nooks and crannies, there was no way to find anything except by digging through the mountain. Surprisingly, my room was clean. Though when I thought about it, it was probably because every time I saw something on the floor, I tossed it into my closet. 

Finally, I found it, my pale purple backpack. Together we had been through countless field trips, family vacations, and other excursions that involved leaving the house. Though it was a bit worn, having been new in eighth grade, it was still completely functional, and therefore, I saw no reason to get a new one.

I loaded the backpack with a change of clothes, and necessities for an overnight stay. Although it was only an eight hour trip, I wanted to be prepared. I had always been an overpacker, carrying an emergency supply kit wherever I went. On hikes through the woods, I carried a pack of granola bars and a bottle of water, as well as a tarp, matches, dehydrated meals, and sometimes a tent, in the case that we would ever have to stop and spend the night. We never did. In fact, I couldn't remember a time in my entire nine years of keeping one, where I had actually used it. Nevertheless, the habit never wore off, and I continued to carry extra everything with me wherever I went.