Potholes

Chapter 65 As told by Eva

We pulled into the gas station once again and I suddenly had the feeling like we were never getting anywhere, like we were going in circles.

"Are you getting out?" said Rowan, obviously unimpressed.

"Yepadoddle," I said, trying to lighten the mood as I started desperately searching for my wallet. I rushed inside the knock off version of the 7-11, the 7_12 connected to the gas station.

"Hey!" I practically yelled, "did you happen to find a blue wallet? I think I left it here earlier."

"Well," droned the old the old lady behind the cash register, "What does it look like?"
"It is blue," I repeated, trying not to get angry. "Kinda small, like a normal wallet..."

The woman looked at me blankly. I felt myself losing hope. She turned back to her phone and started browsing what was most likely Facebook.

"Is this what you're looking for, brug?" Said a sexy stoner voice behind me.

I turned around to see what looked like a young Justin Beiber, but on a closer look he was much hotter. He had blond hair just like Justin, but a little bit lighter. It was floppy just the way I liked it. He was thick, but not in a fatty way, in a muscular way. He was taller than me, but not a beanstalk. He had a high voice, like his body had reached puberty, but not his vocal chords. I could already imagine us duetting a musical together. But the best part of this sexy beast were his eyebrows. If he was thick, then his eyebrows were monsters. They were at least a metre long and met in the middle with a kaboom of hairs. Their width was a piano or maybe double that. I was very attracted to them. In his hand he held my wallet.

"Y-yes."

"And what might your name be, brug?" He asked, leaning towards me so I could smell his cinnamon breath.

"Eva," I said, trying to sound sexy, but just sounding congested.

"So what, may I ask, is someone as cute as you doing in the middle of nowhere?"

"I am actually in the middle of a road trip" I said hoping it sounded cool and artsy. "What brings you here"
"I am headed to the beaches, a big party happening down there, wondering if I could bring you along," he said, winking at me and putting his hand out as if he was going to lead me away. I looked around at the dreary 7_12 and at that moment I realized I could not take any more of this melodramatic road trip.

"Want a ride?" I said grinning, taking his hand and leading him towards our car.

"Who is that?" asked Rowan suspiciously when I dramatically flung the van door open.

I looked at my dreamy boy, realizing that I didn't even know his name!

"Cody," he said and my mind suddenly took me back to when I used to ride an old almost dead horse named Cody. He had diarrhea, allergies and arthritis. I hated him because he could hardly move. I quickly shook the memory from my mind.

"And what are you doing here?" asked Hayden loudly.

"I couldn't let you miss the fun," he said gesturing around him, "brug, there's a big party down by my homeland- the beach I mean," he said winking at Parker.

"I am a competitive surfer, well competitive with my bruges!" he said, punching Parker in the side. I have never seen a look of disgust as hostile as the one Parker shot at Cole. He didn't seem to notice but I shot her one equally as venomous anyway.

"Do you want to share the back row with me?" I said, letting go of his hand and stepping into the van,

"I would love to," he said following me into the back of the van. I knew the others wouldn't like me letting a random boy into our van, but I didn't care. I was young and in love.