Chapter One
"So, why the hell am I here for this?" Ymir asked, leaning forward and poking at Marco's shoulder.
"Because I'm here, of course," Christa answered her. Ymir nodded, accepting this as a plausible answer.
"And why are you here?" Ymir stopped poking Marco, then turned and started poking Christa.
"Because I thought it'd be fun."
"What's fun about spending an entire week with one semi-nice person-"
"Hey," Marco cut in, but Ymir continued anyway.
"-and one douchebag?" Jean shrugged in the passenger seat, not denying anything. Christa thought on it for a moment, then answered,
"Because it's a good bonding exercise."
"That's gay, Christa. Really gay."
"So you're saying you're not?"
"Touché."
Ymir sat back into her seat, looking out the window of the truck they were currently riding through the middle of nowhere in. "Why are you doing this in the first place? I forgot."
"Ymir, take a look behind us," Marco said, and Ymir did so. She saw the car on the trailer behind them, and let out a loud 'Ohhhhh'. "Yeah. We've got to get that car to my cousin in Washington by Saturday."
"We're gonna see the president?"
"No, Ymir, we're going to Washington the state, not Washington D.C."
"Isn't that where Washington D.C is?"
"No."
"That blows."
"Yes it does."
