The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

Into The Woods We Go (Part 2/4)

Bumfuck nowhere, in the middle of the night no less, is the only way to describe the location of the 'rest stop' they'd arrived at.

By rest stop, he meant the place in which Trevors shitty truck broke down. Of course he didn't bring his actual nice car as there 'wasn't enough room'. Freddie could've been sat on the roof, at least that was Rogers argument.

"Rog, stop complaining." Brian rolled his eyes as the blond took an angry bite of his sandwich.

"Are you joking?" He scoffed, motioning around them with his sandwich. "We're stuck in the middle of nowhere and all I can do is eat my ham sandwich!"

"That's my sandwich!" John poked his head up from helping with the engine, a pout on his face. "And you could help with the truck!"

"Not anymore." Roger shrugged, leaning against the truck. "This was a horrible idea."

"Yeah, it's never a good idea to steal food from Deaky, you rude bitch." Freddie snatched the sandwich away. "Aren't you addicted to car shit? Fix this!"

"With what? You took the only thing I had left in this life!" Roger threw his arms up.

"Brian, your girlfriend is being a little bitch again!" Freddie called over to the curly-haired boy, who was sat reading the car manual, he only grunted in response.

"Stop calling me a girl!"

"Stop being a bitch!"

"Boys, calm down. I'm gonna walk and see if I can find a gas station. It looks like we're running low on some type of fluid." Trevor sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He really wanted to use this trip to get closer to Roger, to get the kid to actually like and trust him. Easier said than done, but he understood his hesitance since Winifred had shared some not-so-wholesome moments Roger had with his father, especially over the past year.

Roger rolled his eyes, moving to look in at the engine. He glanced around and shook his head. "Your transmission fluid is out."

"Right, good eye, son." Trevor awkwardly patted his back as Roger just stared at him like he'd grown two heads. Okay, maybe the whole 'son' was a bit much... He knew Roger was a big fan of cars, he was too! He knew exactly what was wrong with the truck, but giving Roger the satisfaction of 'solving the problem' seemed like a good idea. Trevor figured that the young blond had forgotten his mention of previously being a mechanic.

"Aren't you supposed to go find a gas station?" Roger crossed his arms, staring up at him expectantly.

Trevor nodded, grabbing a torch before turning to walk away. He paused and looked at the boys behind him, "you boys stay in the car, okay? Lock the doors."

And with that, he was off.

"Great, this is the start to every scary movie ever." Roger huffed. "Perfect."

"Freddie's right, you're being rude." Brian tossed the manual aside. "He's obviously trying, Rog. Just give him a chance."

"I don't trust him." Roger said blankly.

"Why not? You're lucky enough to have your mum and sister, he's good to them. And he's trying to be good to you. He's not your dad, Rog. What are you so afraid of? There's no reason to-"

"Just stop, Brian." Roger snapped. "You wouldn't understand, your parents-" He quickly cut himself off, his eyes finding the fallen face of his best friend. "Bri, I didn't mean-"

"My parents are what? Perfect? They're gone, Roger. You think I wouldn't kill to have a mum like yours? Or someone like Trevor who just wants you to speak to him without being a complete spoiled brat!" Brian huffed, annoyance clear in his voice. Roger took a step forward, his mouth opening to likely try to apologize, or justify himself. He wasn't in any mood to listen to the blond. "Don't." Brian just put up a hand, getting into the passenger seat without another word.