The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Done

I kicked at the dirt. A few miniscule pebbles sprang off an old pop can someone had left crumpled against the fence.

Cass sighed. "So, wanna head back? I think there's some zombie movie marathon on TV we can catch."

I was about to pick up my dads lawn chair from the dirt, and throw it back over my aching shoulder to head back home. I was already thinking about stopping by the convenience store on the way back so we could stock up on Arizona Teas and candy before we settled back to enjoy the crappy acting and crappy make-up that came with zombie movies.

But something tugged at my heart, telling me that this night wasn't over yet.

I looked up from the ground, squinting at the sign.

I saw my answer.

I let out a hoot of laughter, clapping my hands as I stared up at the sign. It was pointing right at our solution. It was pointing at the chain link fence that surrounded the drive-in.

"We're not going anywhere," I told her.