A million shades of pinks and purples painted the sky above, leaving a rather royal tint to everything below it. It seemed like the usual dark grey road they were traveling on was swirling with midnight blue hues, and the usual red stop signs they occasionally came across was more of a pink. Maybe it was the sky, or maybe Kai was just losing sight of everything real. The latter seemed pretty plausible to him, probably more realistic than the Earth itself just changing colors on its own.
His eyes narrowed as he followed the wisps of smoke trailing from the window. He let his head loll out of the window, bobbing and moving as the car went over different speed bumps or especially large rocks.
It felt good. The fresh air, nothing but him and his thoughts — which he had been avoiding for a while now — and a perfectly rolled joint. God, he could just about sell his soul for Pierce to stick around and become his personal assistant. That kid could roll to his hearts desire, and every single one would be perfect.
"Kai?"
Ignoring this, only because the familiar voice belonged to none other than Casey Lockwood, he continued admiring the view.
"Bitchboy!!!" The loud, rather obnoxious voice returns, this time even closer. He whips his head around in an instant, coming face to face with Casey. Mere inches separate them, and before Kai can move farther back into his seat the other boy retorts, "Ever heard of personal space, fag?" In return, Kai offers nothing but a glare and a quick response.
"Calling me names won't get my attention. Be more creative." Casey couldn't help but think to himself, that if looks could kill he might as well be 6 feet under right now. He cracked a half smile at this before returning the banter.
"It sure as hell did, considering you're talking to me right now."
Making sure to stretch every syllable out, speaking at a considerably slower rate, Kai spoke, "Wow. Considering? That's a pretty big word, Casey. Are you sure you understand what that means?"
It didn't take too long for the two to begin fighting, which was pretty expected. Pierce, in the drivers seat, couldn't help but snort as he glanced over and watched the two. Kai, sitting in the front of the van but turned sideways so he could watch Casey, and Casey practically falling over into the front but still firmly planted in the back. It had been a few hours of complete silence — but those hours were cherished, and Pierce wasn't the only one who had dearly wished that Casey wouldn't have woken up so early today.
King had preoccupied himself on his phone most of the time, playing some game and listening to music. That was, of course, until Casey — in the midst of a fight turning physical with Kai, had tried to grab Kai's duffel bag and throw it out of the open window but instead - he grabbed the few items of clothing on the floor, swooping King's headphones up with it.
The two hadn't said a word as they watched the clothes and the one pair of sacred head-phones everyone took turns using fly out of the window and off of the road they were driving on.
It wasn't until King let out a sigh, and faced towards the two that they had started arguing, once again. This time over who's fault it was.
Topher seemed to have other things on his mind for the majority of the trip so far - no doubt it was about whatever they had come here for in the first place - something Pierce wasn't even certain on. He had assumed it had something to do with Nalia, or drugs, or something in the realms of what Topher and Kai deal with but as the trip progressed he wasn't so sure. Pierce could recall one conversation him and Casey has not-so-accidentally overheard.
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The two had waited until the other three had left to go to the bathroom. Kai watched as Topher smiled to himself, watching Casey and Pierce race each other into the gas station, and King trailing slowly behind - eyes glued to his phone.
