No one's POV
The five teens were at a gas station getting some gas and buying some snacks. The other four brought toothpaste and toothbrushes with them like Freddie. They brushed their teeth in the restrooms, used the restrooms, and the girls bought some feminine products, much to the boys' disgust. They left the store and Kyle spotted a payphone.
It was night time, and they weren't sure if they were close to Nevada. Corey, Freddie, and Leslie were leaning against the car, while Amy spun around in a circle.
He looked at some quarters he had with him and looked towards his friends. He knew he had to do it sooner or later.
"Hey, I'm going to make a quick phone call!" Kyle called to his friends and walked over to the payphone. He popped in the quarters, took the phone off, and dialed in a number he knew so well. He heard the ringing sound and nervously chewed on his lower lip.
"Hello?" A slight depressed voice answered.
"Josh." Kyle said quickly.
"Kyle? Where are you?" Josh said, perking up a little bit. At least he knew Kyle's not dead. Kyle nervously chewed on his lower lip and ran his hand through his hair.
"That doesn't matter. Listen. Tell my parents that I miss and love them." Kyle said sighing. "Also tell them that I see them, whenever I come back." Kyle was forcing back his tears now, and he looked back at his friends who were laughing while Amy spun around in a circle. He couldn't believe that Amy was twelve years old. She acted so much older than she was.
"Okay?" Josh said confused.
Kyle knew it was now or never. "I love you." He felt like a burden was lifted off his shoulders.
"I love you too." Josh said, though he meant it as a friend.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "No. I'm in love you." Kyle glanced back at Leslie as she was putting the nozzle back in the gas pump. "I've got to go. Don't forget to tell my parents what I said." He hung up quickly and ran back to his friends.
He felt great for telling Josh and he felt a little bit homesick. This was his second day on the road and his back hurt slightly from sleeping on the ground yesterday. But he felt no pressure of school and being insulted for being bi.
He walked over to the car and looked at his friends.
"Are either of you going to call your parents or friends?" Kyle asked and handed some quarters to Freddie who stuck his hand out. Freddie was starting to wear darker colors besides the polo button up shirts and strips.
Freddie walked over to the payphone, grabbed the phone, put the quarters in, and dialed a number. Freddie pressed the phone to his ear and got a voice mail instead.
"Hey mom, I'm doing fine. We're just on a road trip thing. I miss you a lot. We're all doing okay. We meet another friend on the road. Her name's Amy and is twelve years old. Don't call back to this number, because I'm at a payphone and won't be here." Freddie explained and heard the dial tone. He hung up and walked to his friends. After Leslie and Corey left voicemails for their guardians they left.
Amy had gotten mad at the mention of calling her step-dad and mother. They decided to wait until she was ready to call. Amy was in the front seat of the car with Leslie, while Kyle was squashed in the middle seat between Corey and Freddie, since he was 5'1 and skinny.
"So? Who else feels like they need a bath?" Freddie asked, scratching his hair.
"Ewe. Don't take a bath. Take a shower." Amy said.
"What's wrong with baths?" Leslie wondered.
"You sit there in your own filth." Kyle said.
Corey made a disgusted face. "Ewe."
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, ewe."
A/N: The conversation at the end was the same from iStage an Intervention. Guys hate the fact that girls buy feminine products in front of them or are mentioned. I know my two older brothers hate the mention of them when my mom and I talk about getting some.
Out of curiosity did I make Amy, Leslie, and Corey Mary-Sues?