The trip begins.
Chloe wakes up. She looks out her window to see Carlos getting out of his Buick. She grabs her phone and sees a picture of Carlos in the zoot suit. About time he finally made it on my phone. A zoot suit though, I guess this guy has a style all his own. At Least Icky Vicky and Ascott talked to him this time, but about what I wonder?" A knock on the door brings her out of thought. Chloe gets up and opens the door to see Carlos. "So Chu ready." Carlos says as he follows her into the room. "I'm packed but I need to get dressed." "Glad Chu didn't say wake and bake..." "Hey that was a while ago!" "And day say people don't change. Oh they towed the dealer's R V so I hope the Reagle is ok for you and the rest." "That sucks. The regale is nice." "We can stay in motels, I'll spring for two rooms." "Damn Carlos!" "Hey what's a good boyfriend to do?" "Shit Carlos I love you." "Hey, I know." Joyce yells "Breakfast!" From down stairs. Carlos says "Sounds like our cue." "Can you stall?" "Cheah." Carlos walks out of the door and down the stairs. That boy, life throws him a curve ball after curve ball and yet he just motors through it. Chloe walks into her closet pulls out a white half tank and a pair of kaki pants. She puts the Clothes on and runs down the stairs. She walks up to the seat next to Carlos and he looks her up and down. "So you like them?" Carlos says as Joyce walks into the dinning room and places a plate down I front of Carlos, he gets up and pulls the chair out for Chloe. She sits down and Carlos sits next to her. They both eat.
Carlos and Chloe get into Carlos' car. While on the road to Blackwell Carlos says "So, you like dressing like that?" "I did it for you, what do you think?" "Chloe, you looked better when you dressed more like you." "Shit Carlos..." "It's okay, just know that you implying a stereotype." "Oh shit. I didn't..." "It's fine you can dress like that here but change as soon as we get to L.A." "So you really liked when I dressed like a punk?" "Chloe, it ain't the clothes that attracted me to ya. It was the eyes and then your 'I don't give a fuck personality.'" "Carlos, damn. Joyce tried to tell me that guys won't like me if I dress like that." Then those aren't the kinda guys you want to be around. Don't Joyce know you like girls and guys?" "This was before... she met David." "You and him still at odd with each other?" "Not as much as before. You're a good influence on him. So how'd you meet your friend in Santa Monica?" "Me and a few other homies went there."
At Blackwell Warren sits on a bench while the Buick regale pulls up. Chloe rolls her window down and says "Where's Max?" Chloe says. Carlos pops the trunk as Warren walks up to the car. "She's in her room." Chloe opens the door and walks to the girls dorm.
Chloe reaches the main corridor to the dorm and walks down the hallway and sees Max's door closed. Chloe runs into the door to see Max sitting on her bed next to a suit case. "I knew that you would have done that." Max says with a smirk. "So you ready to go?" "Yeah, sorry I don't meet the chola dress code." Max pulls the suit case and a guitar.
They walk to the car and Chloe helps max load her gear into the trunk. They get into the car.
Author's Note so this is where I leave you. So I hope you guys like how the most challenged character is the most responsible. That's how it is in my life. Hope you guys like this. Unfortunately it is winding down. Sorry this was posted late