sherbet - a stosuh fanfiction

Morning

the beginning of it is just me trying to make this whole trailer thing work 😔✌️

Yeah, so it turns out the trailer had a bathroom all along.

I didn't even know trailers could have bathrooms, so it came to a surprise when Stephen stated it so nonchalantly.

What the heck. How I didn't even notice it before came to me as a surprise.

Anyways, the bathroom was located at the very back.

It was super small, with the tiniest glass shower stuffed in the corner and a tiny sink next to a toilet. Its door looked a lot like a sliding closet's, so I could've mistaken it as some walk-in closet.

But we were really lucky to have it in the trailer, no matter how miniscule it was. If it weren't for the bathroom, the five of us would have to make it to the nearest place with a shower like some drunken homeless people.

I guess we could call ourselves drunk, actually, on some levels. We sure looked drunk.

Drunk on sleep.

Ayye.

Anyways, two hours later when everyone was awake again, Stephen and I had another argument as to which of us would go in first.

I called shower dibs first by just a nanosecond before he did, to which I celebrated with a large mocking grin sent his way as I took my stuff and bounced into the bathroom.

This time, I made sure not to forget my extra pair of clothes. I was definitely not repeating what happened last time again.

Please, letting him have the bath just because I forgot to get some flimsy garments?

No.

I showered, brushed my teeth, washed my face, etcetera, everything necessary. Then came the child's turn (it was actually supposed to be Stephen's turn - she managed to sneak in the bathroom like a snake as soon as I slid open the door).

Climbing up the rusty metal ladder with my backpack, I plopped down on the messed up bedsheets, taking care of drying my hair with a towel and brushing it while everyone else got ready for the day as well.

Today was the second day of the trip. As I was halfway through brushing my kind-of-dry hair, heavy thoughts hit me like a truck.

The idea of a permanent road trip, with a trailer as my new home, finally settled in. And it made me feel a bit feverish as nervous butterflies stirred in my gut.

The back of my brain kept nagging about all the things that could go wrong because of this, and I was already feeling a bit homesick already.

Not only that, but the feeling of doing something so risky made me feel lightheated too. All of that, with the deer fiasco added in as well, made my stomach lurch.

I somewhat felt like throwing up.

You could really do anything in your life, take any road, with so many choices. And it's so scary that it isn't, as if your senses are overloaded by so much pain that you can't really feel the pain at all.

You could legitimately do anything you wanted. There were no limits, not really. Possibilities after possibilities.

Possibilities.

There are always possibilities of anything happening too. The world is like a magnet for bad things just waiting to happen. Diseases, world wars, anything.