The Roadtrip

twenty-four

We were about half a mile away from Washington state. Nick's old beat up car felt like it was going to give up on us any minute. But we pushed on, now we were looking for a gas station. It was mid day. I was hungry and I could tell Will was already starting to get a little tired.

I snuck glances over at him. How was I going to stop myself for liking him? Was that even possible anymore? I agreed to his terms, whatever this relationship was supposed to be. I can't believe I was even worried about a relationship in the situation we were in. But last night.

Those images there they were again. Inescapable, just like my feelings for him. His shaved head and light scruff only made him look more handsome. How can someone look good with a shaved head?

Images of his dick suddenly popped into my head. Was that supposed to fit in me? Like seriously, where was it supposed to fit? I had never done it before, what if it didn't fit? His hands, I could still feel them gripping my hips, keeping my legs open. His hands were so big.

I could still feel the rush. I had never experienced these feelings, all I knew was that I wanted him to do it again.

We finally spotted a gas station.

He parked the car in front of the pump. The gas station had a convenience store, I reached for the suitcase. "Wait-" He said stopping me. "What?" I asked. "We can't use to much of the money, definitely not in another location," He said. "What? Why?" I asked. He opened the case, "All fresh hundreds, this kind of money leaves a paper trail," He said. "So we can't even use the money we stole?" I asked. "We can we just gotta clean it," He said. "How?" I asked. "Don't worry, I'll figure it out before we cross the boarder," He said.

Boarder?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He paused as his eyes met mine. "Canada, you know that's where we're headed right?" He said. Canada? Jesus, he was right. It was the only place we could be safe. They wouldn't come after us in international territory, right?

"How are you gonna clean the money?" I asked. "I'm gonna launder it," He said. "How?" I asked. "When I figure it out, I'll let you know," He said. "There's still some change from the hundreds we broke down at the inn," He said reaching into his pocket. "Only use this until I can clean the rest of it," He said pulling out a few tens and twenties. I took a twenty and climbed out of the car, Will also stepped out. "Buy a map too," He said as I began walking to the store.

-

Walking through the isles of the convenience store I grabbed some snacks. The sound of the tv in the corner averted my attention.

"-last seen escaping The Bellagio grand casino one and half days ago. As you can see on the outside security cameras, the two shot at the locked entrance in order to escape through the glass. The FBI have been notified about this particular instance for a while. At first they had been watching the Texas Burglar, not able to do anything because he had only been committing crimes in state but with further investigation they think he may be linked to a few other robberies in a few other states, starting in Boston.

In the video you can see Maria Robbins, the hostage he stole assisting him in his attempt to rob the casino. The FBI has now implemented both in felony charges, a manhunt is under way.

If you see these two, call the authorities,"

I stared at the screen as pictures of me and Will popped up on the screen.

My head whipped towards the cashier who had been washing the same thing I was. I watched his eyes widened. Pleading with my eyes I slowly backed out of the convenience store, snacks still in hand.

"Will start the car!" I screamed running towards him. He looked up at me then climbed into the car.

I reached the passager side door and hopped in, I didn't have to say anything, he sped away with ease and we were back on the road.

-

There was a reason maps were now obsolete. This shit was impossible to read. But Will said we had to stick to paper, no electronics, nothing they could track us by.

We were headed further north west, now further into Washington state as the sky grew darker. It felt more real now, if that cashier had contacted the police then they definitely knew we were headed North and it doesn't take a genius to figure out we were headed for the boarder, if we cross the border they can't get to us, at least not right away. It could buy us more then enough time.

Plymouth Beach Town
Population : 1,303

I tried to take a few deep breaths as we drove passed the sign. It was a small town but they still had tv's. They could still recognize us.

Will drive down the roads. We watched as they transformed into quiet suburban streets lined with small businesses and tiny old neighborhoods. Only a few other cars seemed to dust the streets, the street light eliminating the darkening pathways.

He was craning his head left and right, I already know what he was looking for. I started looking too.

Plymouth Inn

A one story rancher style building with a flickering sign.

I unbuckled my seatbelt at he parked the car in the empty parking lot. "No, you stay here," He said. I listened this time, only one of us didn't look to much like the pictures they had plastered all over the news. I was now itching to dye my hair.

A few moments passed after I watched him disappear into the front door of the inn. He popped back out with a key in hand.

Stepping out of the car I grabbed some of our stuff, Will took the rest. When we entered the room I felt my anxieties worsen. Placing the stuff down I wondered, what if they came now? Or later in the middle of the night?

No, I couldn't think about that now. I didn't want to think about what would happen, what came next. I didn't want to go to jail.

I grabbed the hair dye and headed to the bathroom.