Oh, man...I don't even have a legitimate excuse as to why I was gone so long. Dear god, it's been forever. Writer's block decided to bite me in the ass and I just ran out of ideas. Just...god damn. You guys are all allowed to hate me.
My profile and all stories are going to look different soon. I'm taking the summer to make covers for all my stories that don't suck. So I'm spending the rest of the week working on digital art that doesn't suck...yay.
Also, just as a heads up, this story is probably going to be finished by the end of summer. It's just coming to a close, so yay ^^
That's about it, so enjoy the product of two months (or something like that) rewriting.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Beatles, do you really think I'd spend my time writing fanfics about them?
Alabama is humid. I mean, I knew this before we started driving, but we don't get this sort of thing in nice, cold, rainy England. No I know what it really means to have sticky air. Thank god I used pitstick...
"Are we there yet?" I whined, causing Joe to look at me with irritation.
"Has the car stopped moving?"
"No..."
"Then we're not there yet."
I squirmed some more before going back to my previous form of entertainment, which was staring out the window. Road trips without music that doesn't suck is hard. Conversation has long since run dry. The only thing that breaks the monotony is the occasional stop at a gas station for fuel and yet more junk food.
Right now, we're in the middle of South Carolina, which marks about the halfway point for our journey. It's getting dark and I suggest we should find a place to stop for the night. It takes another 45 minutes of driving before we find a small, dingy motel that I normally would take one look at and run in the opposite direction, but we really don't have many options right now.
"Will you be needing two beds?" the teenager giving us our room key asks.
"Of course we'll be needing two," I reply, slightly disconcerted.
"Well, just know that the walls are thin," Then this punk leans over to Joe and whispers, "Condoms are in the bathroom cabinets."
He flushes bright red and just retreats to the stairs. It's not until we get to the room that we burst out laughing.
"Oh god...that was horrible..." I gasp between bouts of laughter. After we settle down, Joe's curiosity gets the better of him and we learned there were, in fact, condoms in the bathroom, which naturally triggers another bout of laughter.
We eventually get to bed and sleep in shifts, which may seem paranoid but we see as just being cautious. Maxwell still looms large in my memory.
We get out by 6:00 and eat the traditional road breakfast of an Egg McMuffin. Then it's down to another six hours of boredom and, this time, nerves. Although neither of us talk about it, I think both of us know that everything is going to change when we get there.
Well, that's the end of that. Next chapter, things will actually get interesting, I swear to god. Thanks for putting up with all my filler crap. Reviewers get puppies. Flamers are used to FEED the puppies :) Love you all, BYEEEEE!