Chapter four: The road trip
Dave's P.O.V
It was certain that this must happen, a journey that I must go on to go see someone I love very dearly. That sounds corny and all, but I have been waiting for this moment for years. I'm eighteen, so I can drive. And if worst case scenario John kicks me out? I'll grab up a hotel room and stay there until he's cooled off and I can apologize for whatever I did.
Bro gave me a wad of cash and a credit card and shooed me away. We only had two cars, a Lamborghini and a 1976 mustang. I smirked, grabbing the keys and swiftly going out the door to the parking lot.
"Taking the Lamborghini Bro," I said only loud enough for my ears to hear it.
My Jansport bag filled with clothes was on my back, and I took my wallet and put the credit card and money in there and was on my way.
I got to the parking lot and ran my fingers over the trim, "Mmm, baby, you're looking fine today."
I got in and turned on the engine, "Oh? Purring at me? Let's just see how you run when we're on the highway, alright?"
I got out of the parking lot and into the traffic. I knew how to treat a Lamborghini, unlike Bro. No crashing, not to go in-between lanes while still on the streets until you got on the highway, and watch out for cops.
There are rules yo.
It wasn't long until I hit the interstate, and that's when I let loose, going into the luscious state of going over the speed limit and cutting people off. I smirked as people honked at me. They must think I'm an asshole, oh well, I thought.
I took up this opportunity to slow down and put on some Asher Roth, some good rhymes for a good time. I nodded my head and beated along with the artist.
"Sitting on a truffet, puffing on the best buds
Trying to get butt from Miss Muffet
Me and Teddy Ruxpin sturring up a ruckus
Egging all the houses, smashing all the pumpkins
Suck a dick butkus, chumps cant funk with the punk kids
Ash Roth be the king of blimpkins
Any Tim Duncan, spur of the moment
Let the whole world know I run shit, jump shit quick
Tell a frined that im dumb sick
Spit fungus that'll grow from a dung trip
Twist to a front flip, son that was some trick
Watch all the dumb chicks hump when I bump this."
I nodded, these were some good rhymes.
A cop.
I slowed down, I saw him before he saw me, and I smirked at him. "Not gonna catch me."
-6 into the trip-
Traffic. Very bad traffic. As I drove past I rubbernecked with my eyes. Somebody flipped over and crashed into another car. Cops everywhere, an ambulance, and people outside surrounding the person going into the stretcher.
That's why I look out for cars, stupid people.
-8 Hours into the trip-
I had to pee, like, really badly. I went before I left Houston, and I didn't even have a drink to keep me drinking and think about peeing. But god damn I had to pee. I pulled over into a McDonalds and parked, locking the shit out of the car. If anyone tried to steal it, I would be dead. Ass kicking would go down first though.
I went into the McDonalds and headed for the male restroom.
Closed for cleaning.
I could feel sweat drip from my brow and I bit the inside of my lip.
"You know what? Fuck it."
I went into the ladies restroom and went to a stall.
Reliving myself, I heard two older women walk in, twenties?
I flushed the toilet with my foot and walked out, going past the women in the mirror. One dropped her lipstick in the sink and watched me. I turned and gave them a curt nod. "Sup," Then left.
There was germ-x outside so I took some of that, and got in line to buy something. A hamburger and a coke, something simple and from the dollar menu, two bucks.
I told the cashier thanks and grabbed my food, going out to my car. Only to see the two same girls admiring it.
I smirked and unlocked it, they jumped back and turned to see me, who was its owner. I opened the door and tossed the food in the passenger seat and put the coke in the cup holder.
"I love your car," said one.
"I know you do."
And with that I pulled out and revved the engine, going to the stop sign and to the light. My GPS re-routed and I was on my journey again.
-13 hours into the trip-
Im going to be bored out of my mind and Im going to shoot myself in the dick. Wait no, I need that. The foot, yeah, the foot. It's too dangerous to park your car out on the side of the highway and sleep, even for twenty minutes. I was a little tired, but mostly just bored out of my mind. I turned off my Asher Roth and listened to the sweet purr of the car. It's almost over.
-16 hours into the trip-
I was so pissed. The GPS said that it would only take fourteen hours to get from Houston to Kingsport, but with traffic and all it took sixteen. Now 10:30pm I was trying to find Johns house, so I pulled over and texted him.
tG: yo john
tG: i think im in your area
tG: at least i know im in Kingsport
tG: so what does your house look like?
eB: oh hey!
eB: well, its pretty big
eB: you'll continue on this road
tG: im on that one now
eB: great!
eB: and there'll be an opening with a gate
tG: fancy
eB: not really
eB: its just made out of metal bars and not too high
eB: anyway its unlocked so you'll have to get out and move the gate open and come though
eB: you don't have to worry about closing it
tG: so where's your address?
eB: the address should be on the mailbox, duh
tG: right
tG: what color is your house?
tG: stories?
eB: it's a mixture of white and a brick house
eB: and its like, three?
tG: alright bro, im coming
tG: be sure to answer the door when I knock on the door
eB: alright!
I got back onto the road and continued down it for at least ten minutes before I saw the metal bars with the address he gave me. My heart began to pound in my ears and I told my heart to take about seventeen chill pills. I pulled into the pebbled drive way and got out of the car, and opened the gate. I got back in and drove about a few feet before getting back out again and closing the gate.
I kicked the pebbles and looked at the drive to his house, a little ways to come get your mail huh? I got back in and drove slowly to the house. I saw it was on the lake, and the way the moon hit the lake was just nice. I pulled up next to the blue Mazda, and a little white old car. It was dark so I couldn't see whatever was neck to the white car, but it was big, a boat?
John has it made.
I looked up at the house and saw the lights were on.
"God, or whoever is out there.
Please let this be Johns house.
And not some creepy family who likes smuppets like Bro.
Amen."
I hoped up the stairs and looked at the beautiful carving of a door. I put both of my knuckles on it, and began to drop a sick beat.