To anyone following my other story, Scars You Can't See, I haven't abandoned it. I'm just really not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

"Lets play a game." Chloe suggested turning down the radio.

"Lets not and say we did."

"Come on, We've been on the road two hours now and haven't played anything. It's a road trip, you have to play road trip games. It's law."

"Is it now?"

"Yup. It was just passed with the Beale road trip bill."

"Okay dork. What do you want to play?" Beca relented with a chuckle.

"Hmmm, lets play I spy. You go first."

"Fine. I spy something blue."

"Oh come on Becs, that's the car we've been behind for the last ten miles."

"I actually have to try?"

"Yes."

"Chloe." The brunette whined

"Becaaaa."

"You're impossible. Fine." Beca looked around a moment before an idea came to mind. "I spy something red."

Chloe spent a couple minutes looking for anything red. Cars, billboards, even scanning the interior of the as best as she could while keeping her eyes on the road. "Oh. Me! I'm red!" She exclaimed loudly after moving some hair out of her face.

"You sure are."

"You're sneaky. My turn. I spy something green."

Beca replied almost immediately "Dudes shirt two cars over."

"What?! How did you know that so fast?"

"Lucky guess."

"I spy something grey." The redhead stated after another moment.

"Hat. Three cars back." The smaller girl shot back, almost instantly.

"White!"

"My socks."

"Why are you so good at this?!" Chloe shouted while trying to contain her amusement.

"I have an eye for detail. I notice things. Like whats going on in other peoples cars or like your freckles."

"You noticed my freckles? Most people don't. They're very faint, with even just a little makeup they're pretty much invisible."

"Uh yeah. Like I said, eye for detail." Beca said awkwardly. Cursing herself for thinking out loud.

"Do you like them?" The redhead asked teasingly, noticing how Beca stiffened up a little and wanting to push the brunettes buttons a little.

"Your freckles?"

"Yeah."

"Um, yeah their... cute." She winced a little, wanting to kick her own ass. "You know I think I'm gonna take a nap. Don't wanna be tired when I take over driving."

"Sure thing, Becs. I'll pull over so you can get in the back."

"No need." Replied the smaller girl, already climbing between the seats. "Perks of being so small."

"Sweet dreams!" Chloe called cheerfully.

"Oh, Beca." Chloe moaned. "Beca right there don't stop. I'm so close. Beca. Becaaa!" The brunettes eyes snapped open. "Becaaaaa. There you are sleepy head." The redhead called cheerfully from the driver seat. "I was thinking we could stop somewhere to eat then you could take over for a while?"

"Um yeah. Sounds good." Beca let out a deep breath, attempting to quell the heat between her legs. She laid there a moment in disbelief that she was having sex dreams about her best friend who was only a couple feet away at most. Thanking any higher power that may exist that she isn't a sleep talker. And if she was being honest, slightly frustrated she wasn't in position to take of herself. "How long was I out?" She asked sitting up.

"A few hours. We're in Kentucky."

"Please don't tell me we're stopping at the Kentucky horse park." Beca deadpanned while sitting up.

"Hey! I would love to go to the horse park. You're lucky we need to be at the cabin to meet the oil people. I would totes make you go with me. I'm surprised you even know about that."

"I'm filled with all sorts of fun facts. For example, bubbly redheads like horses way to much."

Chloe mock gasped. "Horses are adorable! Just for that I'm making you go with me in the summer. I'll have Amy put you in the trunk if I have to."

"If I step in shit you're buying me new shoes."

"Hmm..."

"Something wrong babe?" Stacie asked the blonde resting on her shoulder.

"Did anyone bother to check the weather for before planning this trip?"

"I'm not sure. Probably not. Why?"

"According to my phone there's a big winter storm in Canada. They're not sure right now but it could hit Michigan too."

"Uh oh." Should we call them?

"I don't know. You said Beca wasn't thrilled about this idea to begin with. I wouldn't be surprised if she used this as an excuse to turn around and cancel it. The storm might not even hit Michigan so lets wait a little longer."

"I know something we could do while we wait." The tall brunette offered in a suggestive tone.

"We just finished not even half an hour ago."

"So?"

The blonde smiled and rolled her eyes. "Come here." She said, closing distance between them. Their phones, and the weather being quickly forgotten about.

Beca squinted her eyes, trying anything to see through the heavy snow fall as the car crawled along the pitch black road in the middle of absolutely frigging nowhere as far as she was concerned. She peered into the the rear view mirror, looking at the sleeping redhead in the backseat she wondered if Chloe would be any better at traversing these rural roads. As soon as she turned her eyes back to the road several deer ran across the road, causing her to slam on the breaks. "Shit!"

"What? What's wrong?" Mumbled a sleepy Chloe from the backseat.

"Sorry. It's nothing. Just some stupid deer."

The redhead sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Where are we?" She asked with a yawn.

"We're almost there... I think. I can't see shit through this snow. And I think it's messing with the phone signal. The GPS keeps cutting out."

"We'll find it." The older girl said, climbing back into the front seat.

After two hours of driving through the dark and snow they finally pulled up in front of the cabin. "Holy Fuck! People actually live like this?!" Beca shouted as the winter air hit her getting out of the car.

"I've got a heated blanket in the back. I'll grab that and we can worry about unloading the car in the morning." They hurried inside and quickly got into bed. "Don't worry Becs, the oil people will be here tomorrow. We can turn the heat on and get nice and toasty." Chloe assured the smaller girl while snuggling up to her.

"They better." The brunette replied, trying to stop shivering.

Beca opened her eyes the following morning, the air in the room was cold. She pulled the blankets up, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed. "Good morning." Chloe softly spoke.

"How long have you been up?"

"Half hour. I don't want to get up either. But we really should go unload the car."

"Fine." The smaller girl groaned getting out of bed. Walking across the room she looked out the window. "Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"It's still snowing."