Road-Trippers

Seven: 20th Century Fox

"Never have I ever... kissed a girl."

A yawn arises from my mouth, into the air, and I promptly reply to Lucy's question with, "of course I have."

"Have or have not?"

"Have." My eyebrows raise, as if to say, do you even know me?

"Who?" She lays down on her stomach, fists clenched under her chin.

I tap my fingers rhythmically on the floor and cover the front of my lips with two fingers.

"For starters, my mom."

"Well, giveaway." She looks over at the hippie girl lying heedlessly atop her blanket and smiles. "What about, like, school girls?"

"Uh, I dunno, all of them?"

"Joey!"

"Fine!" I laugh and cross my arms underneath my chin, searching for someone in my mind. To be honest, there isn't an abundance to choose from. There's three. "Jane."

"Joey and Jane." She leans back and sighs. "Why didn't you bring Jane?"

I feel interrogated, so I bite my fingernail with a cute smile.

"Because she doesn't have your spirit."

My reply is short and sweet, but Lucy still ruffles my hair and turns around to attend to Miss Hippie.

Who knows? Maybe if this journey utterly sweeps these girls off their feet, I can add another to the list of girls I've kissed. I wouldn't think twice. Levi would punch me to Pluto if I even showed interest in kissing Lucy.

By virtue of Lucy departing to restore Frank's girlfriend's health, I search for my phone so I can check up on our little account. Once I've successfully typed in my password and scrolled through Emmett and Antione's buddy-selfies, I log into my Instagram account.

1.7 million followers.

With 1.7 million followers comes a lot of quality content to be put out, so I upload a picture that Levi just airdropped me of Lucy and I playing Never Have I Ever.

Now I'm thinking I should send Mom and Dad a text just to show them that their little Jo-Jo hasn't choked to death on a PB&J sandwich.

Hey guys, I haven't choked to death on a PB&J sandwich yet. Send.

I sit back, content with my communications, and take a glance over at Miss Hippie, who's getting a forehead full of towel water (courtesy of Lucy). She's now awake, breathing softly underneath the towel covering her face.

"Hi," I say as I crawl over to Miss Hippie. Lucy backs up and squeezes the excess water of the other towel out the cracked window. "What's your name?"

"You'll laugh." Her voice is quiet and raspy. She huffs out a thick breath, billowing the towel.

"No, what is it?"

Silence flutters through the Little Tree-scented air like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. I can hear her lips part followed by a quivering sigh. "Hermione."

"Her- Hermione?" I let out an airy chuckle. All at once, the memories of reading 'Harry Potter' in second grade come flooding back into the center of my mind like a rainstorm. My pink fingertips meet my pursed lips once I register my blunder. "I mean, cool name. Unique."

"It's fine." She draws a strand of hair towards her mouth and bites the end. "I get that a lot." Hermione folds her arms atop her knees and smiles. "So where're we headed?"