Monday morning

Thomas Jefferson was incredibly happy. He was staring out from the window of his car. The sky was grey, the wind was howling, and rain was pelting at him with the viciousness of a colony angry wasps. The weather wasn't going to get better, and they had no designated destination. He looked over at his friend, James Madison, who was gripping the wheel, looking like he might topple over from exhaustion any minute.

'Are we there yet?' Thomas whined,

'No, and we don't even know where there is at the moment.' Madison said, reinforcing something he had said a dozen times in the past hour.

'Besides, it's your fault we're here in the first place!'

Jefferson grinned, thinking back to what had happened last night.

'We need to do something.' Thomas claimed, looking at Madison through glassy eyes. They were at the Schuyler Mansion, who were currently hosting a graduation party for their daughters, Angelica and Eliza. Angelica was Thomas's friend, and their way into the party.

'Like what?' asked Madison, who seemed quite content lounging on a large, overstuffed couch

'I don't know. We've finished school, so we need to …. Do something! Thomas suddenly exclaimed, looking immensely pleased with his amazing idea. Madison was used to this, and definitely didn't expect his friend's insane wish to come true,

'Sure, why not?' he shrugged, the idea was growing more and more appealing, and he would be more than happy to spend a couple of days away from the looming prospect of college that towered over them, following them wherever they went.

'Right now, we have no loose ends, and can quite easily do whatever we want!

In two hours' time, both men were incredibly drunk, and going on a road trip.

'We're going on a road trip!' yelled Jefferson, running out of the Schuyler Mansion, looking as he felt: very happy, and VERY drunk. Madison followed resignedly behind him, apologising profusely to the many people Thomas bowled over in his haste to see rid of the mansion, polite no matter the circumstance.

That very night, the two friends packed what few provisions they (thought) they needed, and left for destinations unknown.

'You never disagreed with me,' Thomas commented idly

'That's because I know that you never listen to reason, and it would be better if there was a sane person in near vicinity of you, to make sure you don't die,' retorted James, done.

A pair of luminescent ovals suddenly came into view, reflecting in the heavily rain covered windshield, staring balefully at the two friends. A stag was standing on the road, and their car was heading right for the creature, which in turn, didn't seem to be moving away at all.

'Swerve!' Thomas yelled, gesturing frantically at the dark, yet blurry outline in front of them

'I know, I'm being careful, do you want to die!' James asked, frantically tuning the wheel in a desperate attempt to salvage both the deer and the car.

And that was how, in the middle of nowhere, during a vicious thunderstorm, a great, silver stag caused a car crash. The car crashed into the curb of the road, under the indignant stare of the animal, which quickly bounded off into the gloom, no doubt to cause more trouble.

'That thing can go to hell,' Thomas muttered belatedly.

They both got out of the car, into the pouring rain, to survey the damage done to the previously beautiful car. It wasn't pretty. The entire right side of the car had smashed into a tree. It had annihilated the side view mirror, and badly dented the back doors, enough so that they were hanging open, barely staying on their hinges.

'Oh my god' Thomas said, looking over his car, which he had barely had for a month or so.

'The car is ruined! Do you know how much this is going to cost? My parents are never going to get me a new one, they aren't exactly cheap,' he continued, switching into panic mode. Madison was slightly more realistic. He came out of the car, having tried the ignition key once more. The car had barely flickered.

'More importantly, we are stuck here in this miserable weather, you have no insurance, and we have nowhere to go. We are going to die here!' he said, quite near hysterical. Both men were looking at the last broken vestiges wreckages of the car; wondering what they could possibly do.

Out of nowhere, Thomas started laughing.

'Less than 24 hours into our grand trip, and we're stuck outside a broken car in the pouring rain,' he said between gasps. Madison sighed, and shook his head. He was usually the level headed of the two.

'Whatever the case, we are still stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no means of getting anywhere either.' he reminded patiently.

'...i just realised you crashed my car. Therefore, you owe me!' Thomas said, changing the subject, his hair flopping over his face, dripping wet.

'For the first time since grade school, you owe me!' he said

'Don't get used to it,' smiled Madison, lightening up slightly.

Thunder crackled over their heads, and the rain seemed to renew with startling force. Lightning crashed. The two men startled, realising it might not be the of best ideas to stay out in the cold, with the sky quickly darkening, showing signs of the upcoming dusk.

Realising that it might not be the smartest idea to stand there in the cold, waiting for a passer bye who would probably not pick up two hitchhikers anyway, Jefferson yelled, with startling suddenness 'what are we doing!'

'Nothing' came the reply, 'that's what my point has been all along!'

'Well, now I'm saying it! You are literally just recovering from hypothermia,'

'It wasn't hypothermia, I had a cold,' retorted Madison, to no avail.

'Come on, we should walk. It's a good way to keep the heat in or something, besides, I think I saw a coffee shop or something down the road.' he said, dragging Madison back where they came from.

Madison rolled his eyes, letting himself be dragged along, looking over fondly at Thomas, who was still chattering away about getting a signal or something, so they could at least contact someone. So, the two men stumbled along the narrow road, surrounded by woods on either side; the world silent of all human noises. Their only backdrop was the incessant patter of water on tarmac, and occasional booms of thunder that seemed to crack from right above them. The world might have been out to get them, but do what it might, James Madison was the happiest he had been in a long time.