Sam and Colby: The House

14

"These bitches were out here playing fucking Dr. Phil for like twenty goddamn minutes," I heard Reggie say. I opened my eyes and sat up, Colby slumped over asleep with my head still in his lap.

"You played Dr. Phil first, buddy," I replied.

"Reggie did?" asked Jake.

"Aw, Stinky has feelings. How cute," said Tara.

"Shut up," Reggie said.

"Hey, not going to lie, dude had some solid points," I replied. Reggie stuck his tongue out at Tara, who stuck hers out in return.

"Let's go, I'm hungry," said Corey.

"How far is it to the hotel?" asked Kat.

"I'm not sure, I have the address in my phone. There wasn't a hotel name on the email so I don't know what it's called, but we should be able to find it," I replied.

"We've got to get the cars first, though," said Sam.

"Who's going to drive?" asked Devyn.

"I—,"

"No," we all said in unison, cutting off Jake who had raised his hand.

"I'll drive one car," Kevin said.

"Sick, I'll drive the other," replied Sam.

We all got off the plane with our luggage and left the small new airplane hangar after thanking Kam and ordered two Ubers to take us to Hertz again to rent new cars. They'd sponsored us again, so we ended up not having to pay, not that we'd have to anyway since Chanel was covering the trip.

"Okay, so they gave us three cars," Sam said, walking back over to us all from the small window he'd checked in at.

"I can drive the other one," Colby said.

"What kind did we get this time?" asked Corey.

"Umm, let me check," Sam said. He opened up the yellow folder envelope he'd gotten us from the worker and pulled out the first set of keys. "Oh, shit!" he said. "This one's a Range Rover discovery."

"Dibs!" Kevin said, snatching the keys from Sam.

"Okay, the next is... oh my god," he said. "A fucking BMW M4. I don't know what the M4 is, but—,"

"Sam! I'm driving with you and you're taking that one. M4s are fucking convertible sportscars," said Corey.

"Fuck yeah!" Kat exclaimed.

"Well, guess that leaves me with whatever's left," said Colby, taking the envelope from Sam.

"Let's go find the BMW! Come on!" Corey said, jogging over to the lot of cars. Everyone followed him, leaving Colby and me behind.

"How much do you want to bet we get stuck with a Honda minivan or some shit?" asked Colby.

"Honestly, wouldn't be surprised. I don't care though as long as I get to ride with you," I said.

"Aw, that's so cu—oh my FUCK!" Colby yelled, staring into the envelope.

"Honda minivan, huh?" I asked.