_a/n: so i'm thinking of changing the rating to M? you're being warned right now about how the crew's gonna be drinking and swearing and smoking. but to clarify, this fic is not going to be all Skins/Spring Breakers-ish, all about drugs and party hard, because no—this story is eventually going to evolve into something more than that.
the main problem will be introduced in a few chapters after this; i already have it outlined. so be patient! right now, it's all just fun and games.
ii. wild child
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It's been two hours and forty-six minutes since she met the whole crew and she could safely say she took a liking to all of them. And by all of them, she meant Flynn, and the other two she had already well known. She wondered thoughtfully over what they thought of her, before she shook her head to herself and decided she didn't care.
And then there was the boy with the white, disheveled hair that looked at her quite strangely, and she tried to prevent herself from straying to the thought that he may already hate her and instead focused on the man sitting in front of her in the booth, a table between them with a glass bottle of coke and a map surfaced on the wood.
Her eyes roam south to the map and her fingers trail along the road they're on until she reaches an exit and flicked it with her brightly painted nails. And then she hadn't meant it for her voice to echo and timber off the walls of the car, but it happened, and she failed to notice the way Jack's eyes sprouted open in annoyance. He'd been trying to take a simple nap. For the fourth time.
"Merida, can we stop at the next gas station, please?"
A dark, familiar voice had cut in after Merida's cheerful sure thing!
"Already need to use the bathroom, princess?" He mocked, since they had just taken a pit stop not even an hour ago.
Rapunzel rolled her bottle green orbs at his snide comment and felt the need to fight fire with fire. "And what's it to you, Frost?"
"Thy highness' tiny bladder is going to be the reason we'll have to stop at every damn Chevron!"
She glared at him as he sat back on the cot and rested his head in his hands while he leaned back against the window with smug eyes. She stuck out her tongue childishly in his direction as she crossed her arms against her chest and wondered why on earth he kept making these royal remarks. Did she really give off that much of a spoiled brat vibe to him? And what the hell did he know, anyway? It wasn't as if she was really going to use the bathroom.
Stupid prick.
When the stop came, Rapunzel flung herself out of the car with her bag, high blonde ponytail swinging behind her exposed waist. She saw no point in pulling the shirt back down a mere inch or two if it would just continue ride back up anyways, and she knew Jack was staring at her back at the window. So fuck it. She swung her hips as she walked and decided to forget being the goody, conservative, mama's girl she'd always been at home when she slyly slipped him the finger behind her shoulder and waltzed into the cheap gasoline shack.
"Damn," the word flew out of Flynn's lips at the same time he lit himself a cigarette and Jack rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what he'd been referring to. It'd only been close to three hours in a car and Jack already could not stand her prissy, bubbly, ditsy self.
"What's the deal with your annoying friend anyway?" Jack muttered toward Merida, who had been readjusting her sunglasses.
She spared him a glance before explaining a few, mighty details. "She really isn't what ye' think, Jack." He only scoffed. "She isn't that girly kind of rich, gutless priss of eh girl this whole car knows ye' think of 'er as."
Sure.
It wasn't as if he spent over an hour with her and hadn't listened in on her constant babbling to Flynn (although he didn't want to listen in the first place – curse her and her reverberating voice; he couldn't even nap!) over how she had been homeschooled all her life and hadn't left her house in years because mother forbid it. A newbie and most likely a prude was rolling with the gang. Great.
Hiccup came in then, since it had been his turn to steer the wheel for once, to which he got a kiss on the cheek for from the owner of the vehicle herself. His face flushed full crimson and Flynn and Jack immediately high fived after Merida had followed her blonde friend into the Mini Mart.
The eighteen year old, pearly, haired teenager whistled through his teeth with a brow raised as the other boy, slightly older (he had failed once or twice, living his senior year again) gestured foul hand signals toward him, to which Hiccup grunted a nervous, "Shut up!"
The boys cracked into laughter and openly wondered why the girls had been taking so long in a twelve foot wide Mini Mart.
"Probably lady stuff," Hiccup suggested uneasily, his face slowly losing its color. Besides his ears; they were like cherry tomatoes. And before his friends could comment on the heat of them (and most likely radiating off them), he was quick to ask. "So what do you guys think of Rapunzel?"
"She's hot," Flynn boyishly contributed. He took another hit and raised his brows suggestively toward Jack.
"Why is she even travelling with us?" he complained, recalling that it was them—he, Flynn, Hiccup, and Merida—who had drunkenly promised to go out on a road trip during Spring Break. Nowhere in the memory was a small, petite, aggravating blonde. "Can't we just drop her back off a Barbie's Malibu Dream Castle or some shit?"
"What's your problem?" Flynn smirked at his own question. Or probably Jack's face on what he was about to imply. "When she got here you were all oggly eyes. And you're still like that."
And before Jack could even protest, the twenty year old high schooler continued.
"Don't even try to tell me you didn't get a great look at her panties because even I witnessed it!"
"She's just so annoying and peppy and girly and naïve and she doesn't stop talking! Why. Is. She. Here?" Jack sufficed a groan at the fact some random girl (who had some pretty nice underwear) could just waltz into their pact of friendship like that. Well, she knew Hiccup and Merida. And Flynn obviously liked her already. Whatever. "We've all pre-paid Merida for gas and we've bought a shit load of snacks already. What's she got to contribute to the team?"
And just as his point was about to be proven, there she went, arms linked with her best friend with a hint of a smirk on her face only to make him realize he'd spoken too soon. The two girls stepped back into the car with glimmering eyes and identical smiles.
"What took you guys so long?"
Rapunzel shifted the hefty bag off her left shoulder and unzipped it, ready to unravel the contents. She pulled a gallon of lemonade out, (and before any of them could retort over why out of all the drinks there were to choose—why that?—their unspoken question was answered with another pull of her arm) followed by three large bottles of raspberry vodka, two Jameson, and a handle of Jack Daniels. But they weren't finished yet, since after that, Merida had sneakily held a pack of beer before the boys' starstruck faces.
He tried not to look too impressed, though he ultimately was, judging from their last pit stop. Hiccup had tried getting away with a few bottles of Corona, but the cashier had been too suspicious over his fake I.D. They should have known. Hiccup couldn't even pass for eighteen (his real age!) when his card read twenty-four.
Idiot.
"So how'd you girls do it?" Flynn asked curiously, grabbing and opening a can while taking an enthusiastic glance over at Jack for a single second.
They flew into a fit of giggles and avoided the question at hand. "What does it matter, at least we have it!" Rapunzel perkily smiled. Conversing with Hiccup and the redhead over what direction to head over to first, brown eyes condescending and half-lidded with an arched brow aimed at Jack, Flynn whispered.
"Not as innocent as you thought, huh, Jack?"
Eyes were rolled for about the umpteenth time.
tbc.
_a/n: tell me your opinion over the whole rating thing, please.
and i promisepromisepromise that the love story will bloom. if you feel that rapunzel is off due to her actions and finding her way through and to illegal-ness, then sorry. but i personally believe i don't feel strange writing her in that way, considering the kids that have strict parents and are restricted from doing anything/kept home all the time, are the wild ones at the times they can live.