Hey so I had to redo this. It wasn't formatting right and it was annoying me :)

I attempted to lift my bag into the back of Chad's truck but was failing miserably. I had over packed my petite body was struggling against the weight. I'd just have to wait for Chad to come along and do it, cause at the moment it wasn't going anywhere.

So yes. I had actually agreed to go on his road trip. And both Troy and Taylor were coming. My arguing had gotten us no where and I just decided that making Chad happy was the best thing to do. What I didn't tell Chad when coming to my decision was that even though Troy was coming, it didn't mean that I had to be happy about it. Neither did it mean that I had to sit next to him. Or talk to him. At all. He'd just have to deal with it, even of he hated it and I didn't care much for what Troy would think.

Looking around, I noticed that Taylor and Chad were both saying goodbye to their parents and that Troy was nowhere in sight.

"Want some help with that?" I jumped at the sound of a soft masculine voice behind me. Troy. He lifted both of his own bags into the bag of the truck and made sure that they were secure before turning around to me, expecting me to have moved off my bag, which I was currently sat on. He raised his eyebrow and looked at my face. I stayed exactly where I was.

"Now, now," he said in a patronizing tone. "I was only trying to help." This time it was me who raised an eyebrow. Nope. I wasn't falling into the trap of being the damsel in distress. I was fine and I would wait for Chad to come and help me. I didn't need him. So I still stayed sat down.

"Sweetheart. Who are you kidding?", he asked me. "We both know that you can't lift that bag."

"Don't call me sweetheart!" I snapped back at him.

"She talks!" he replied. "Babe, you gonna move so I can help you or what?"

This time I stood up to reply to him. "Don't call me babe either." And I poked him in the chest.

"Thanks babe." He lent around me, almost wrapping me in his arm and I struggled against his skin. He picked up the bag and the one next to it and shoved them in the back of the van.

"Hey! I could have done that myself!" I shouted at him. "And don't call me babe!"

"Jeesh!" he said in reply. "I was just trying to help." And with that he quickly said goodbye to his parents and climbed into the car.

"Bye mum!" I ran over to my mum and hugged her as I said goodbye, momentarily forgetting all about Troy. By this point both Taylor and Chad were also in the car and we were ready to go. I climbed into the back, next to Taylor, but behind Troy and wound down the window, so that I could wave out of it. As I did so, Troy snickered, but I chose to ignore him. I'd already broken my promise to myself that I wasn't going to speak to him.

And off we went.

"Chad!" I asked., while pulling my MP3 out of my bag, "Can I plug in my ipod?"

"Sure, Gabs!" he said cheerfully and handed me the cable I need to do so. I quickly selected my driving play list and You Me at Six started playing.

"Eurghhhh!" Troy said. "What the hell is this emo crap?"

"Seriously Bolton?" Taylor questioned. "It's called decent music."

"If I wanted to listen to something like this I could just put on Kerrang. Surprisingly I don't though. So change the song."

"Nope," Taylor said and started dancing to it with me.

You can be the ghost in my hall

- You can be the smile I don't want

I will be the fly on your wall

You can distance in between

You can be- -

The music cut off sharply as Troy unplugged my ipod and inserted his own.

"What the hell, Bolton?" Taylor exclaimed.

-Will you take me out of here?When I'm staring down the barrel

When I'm blinded by the lights

When I can't see your face -

But by now, he wasn't listening to us. So I looked at Taylor, and we decided to be as annoying as we could.

"YOU'RE ON THE PHONE, WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE'S UPSET, SHE'S GOING OFF ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID, AND SHE DOESN'T GET YOUR HUMOUR LIKE I DO." Chad glanced at Troy to see what his reaction was, because he was finding this whole argument hilarious. He didn't really care what music was being played as long as it wasn't classical.

"I'M MY ROOM, IT'S A TYPICAL TUESDAY NIGHT, I'M LISTENING TO THE KIND OF MUSIC SHE DOESN'T LIKE, AND SHE'LL NEVER KNOW YOUR STORY LIKE I DO!" Me and Tay were reaching a volume loud enough to cover the sound of Troy's music. And he turned to look at us.

"Really?" He asked loudly. "You're singing Taylor Swift?"

"BUT SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T SHIRTS, SHE'S CHEER CAPTAIN AND I'M ON THE BLEACHERS!" was our reply.

"Oh, you have no idea what you've just started!" he threatened and turned around, putting his hands over his ears in the process. As soon as he was comfortable began to kick the back of his chair in time with the song, with enough force so that he'd find it irritating. Taylor unplugged his ipod and put mine back in this time choosing a song that everybody would like. I hummed to myself as it played and found myself daydreaming. We'd been in the car for 15 minutes and I already I was arguing with Troy. It didn't help that it was only 8 O'clock in the morning. With that thought I grabbed a pillow from the boot of the car and leant against the window. Tay did the same for she can't stand mornings either. Chad, noticing what we were doing turned down the music a bit so that I could fall a sleep. The last thought I had before I drifted off was that while Troy and I had argued, Taylor and Chad hadn't.