The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #11

Pen Name: luluvee

Pairing/Character(s): Bella, Rosalie, Alice, Jessica

Rating: T

Word Count: 463

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"Holy shit, Bella! You couldn't have gotten us a car with air conditioning?"

Rolling my eyes before refocusing them on the road, I ignore Rosalie's snipe, instead reaching for the speaker attached to my iPod and cranking up the volume. 'Izzo (H.O.V.A.)' begins blaring through the open windows and, if we hadn't been driving through deserted highway, I'm pretty sure we would have been pulled over by now.

Glancing at my best friends sitting (and sweltering) in the old, beat up 1955 Chevy Townsman around me, I can't hold back my smile. This is it, this is our time.

"Woo-hoo!"

I look over my shoulder and see Jess hanging out the window and I laugh as I watch the wind whip through her hair.

"I am not responsible for any insects you may or may not swallow," I yell back to her, swerving the car sharply and cackling maniacally when I hear her hands slap the roof in order to not tip out.

"AH! Quit it, bitch," she replies and I see her hand in my window giving me the one-fingered salute. "Besides, what's a bug or two in exchange for freeeeeeeeeeeeedom!"

We all laugh at her insane hollering and I inch my right foot closer to the floor to give her her thrill.

"You're all fucking nuts," Alice laugh, pinging Rose and me with pretzels.

Sixty-six miles later I spot signs of civilization in the form of Carson City and I tell the girls. Jess is still picking flies out of her hair like a chimpanzee while Rose and Alice are giving each other road trip manicures and singing along with my dying iPod.

"Someone Google what we can do in Carson City," I say, tailgating a bluehair in front of me. Seriously, I can walk faster than she's driving; aren't there laws against this?

"Calm down, stick in the mud," Rose says before opening her mouth. I blindly hold out a Red Vine and she nabs it with her teeth, letting it hang out of her lips as she continues. "We're on an adventure; there is no need to Google." She says it with such diatain that I'm pretty sure I can actually hear Sergey Brin and Larry Page cringe as they cup their balls in terror. "We can find shit better than any search engine."

I choke on a laugh because this is coming from the girl who has lost her keys in her front jeans pocket on more than one occasion.

"I'm hungry," Alice chimes in and the rest of us groan. Alice is that one friend that can eat twice her weight in junk food but won't weigh more than 115 pounds. Bitch.

"Tremble in fear, Carson City," I intone dramatically before we all burst out into giggles.