The Road to RTX
A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND LEGAL AGE OF CONSENT. ALL NAMES, EVENTS, OR PLACES COINCIDING WITH THOSE OF REAL LIFE ARE PURELY COINCEDENCE.
"Goddammit what's taking him so long? You sure this is the right house Mickey?"
Gray pried his shirt from the back of the faux leather car seat, jamming his hand into the back pocket of his jeans to grab his cell. He struggled with the lock screen, hands slick with sweat while Mickey rummaged around for more road snacks in the glovebox.
"Y-yeah I think this is it, I mean who else would live out in the middle of bumblefuck nowehere?" Mickey droned on, slamming the glovebox shut with a sharp click and a mumbled curse.
A shuffling in the back seat turned Gray's attention away as two figures popped up from under a mound of clothes and empty chip bags.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauties, and make room for one more. Or don't, if you swing that way." Gray dodged to the left, narrowly avoiding an empty soda bottle that was beamed at his head. He wiped his hand across the dash, flinging the bottle into the empty gravel driveway.
"Are we there yet?" One of the voices in the back piped up, too half assed to make an actual complaint out of it.
"What do you think? We'd be there already if we didn't have to pick up Dick Head, and if he doesn't-" Gray was interrupted by the sound of a window slamming open on the second floor of the house, a tan backpack being thrown carelessly out before a gangly looking teen followed en-suite. He barely slowed down as he tumbled off the slanted roof and scooped up the pack, only stopping for breath when he dove straight through the open backdoor window.
"Goddamn it, it's too early for this shit!" Bucky thrashed at the teen and knocked him over to Jack's side.
"Go! Go! Go!" Dylan shouted, still being pingponged around the back of the sedan.
Gray turned around, taking the keys out of the ignition.
"The hell, man? I'm not gonna get arrested for kidnapping you."
Dylan didn't respond, too busy trying to get himself unpinned from under the driver side seat.
Mickey patted Gray's shoulder, turning his attention to the window Dylan had crawled out of.
"I don't think they care, man."
He said as a middle aged woman smiled and waved to them, looking only too happy to get rid of her son.
Gray puffed out an annoyed sigh, waving back with his left hand while he started up the car and clicked it into reverse with his right.
"Dylan?"
He started out.
"mmyeah?" The muffled voice came from the crack between the seats.
"Try not to be more of a pain in the ass than you already are."