"Don't upset you father, not now. We can leave if now you'd like B, but Charlie's just lost Harry and leaving now would be horrible".
I hated it when Alex made sense. He was right of course, the asshole.
I guess I can handle a little longer here, the memories don't hurt as much as they used too.
"Okay, Alex. I can handle a little longer, for my dad".
"I know you can, and I promise another month or two and them we'll be gone. We can make new, better, memories wherever the fuck we want." he finished his sentence with a laugh turning his head to look at me.
His black hair flopping in front of his left eye.
I reached over and pushed it back into place mulling over where we might go, and do.
"We should take your bike."
He had a beautiful white and black motorcycle.
"I don't think my truck will last too much longer."
I punched him in the right shoulder when he laughed.
"I was thinking about my truck. There'd be no place to put anything we brought with us, or anything we wanted to bring back".
I hadn't thought of that.
We had agreed to each bring one small suitcase and I felt a little stupid for not thinking of that.
"Then its settled, a month from today we'll take your big ass truck and hit the road."
Alex laughed at me lightly and nodded his head.