The Choices We Make, The Roads We Take

MoshPit

"So Pheebs, where are we heading?" They had been driving for seven hours now. Rachel sat in front, driving, with Phoebe beside her with the map, and Joey in the backseat, resting. The passenger seat blonde regarded the road map in front of her.

"Fishers, Indiana," she stated simply. Joey opened a sleepy eye.

"You aren't making places up again, are you?" Phoebe shook her head.

"No, no. When I was seventeen, I started hitchhiking across America. I stopped there, and someone gave me a pair of shoes." Rachel raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"They just gave you a pair of shoes?"

"Well, more like through them at my head, but they were good shoes!" Joey leaned over Phoebe's shoulder.

"Show me were this Fish place is," he said. Phoebe pointed to a spot on the map. The man squinted to find it amid the mass of squiggles and lines. "I can't find it. Move your finger." The blonde did as she was told, and he found it, the tiny, tiny town of Fishers.

"We can't live there!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Why not!" Phoebe yelled back, equally loud.

"It's a dot! We can't live in a dot! We just left New York City. You can't go from the Big Apple to a dot."

"New York City is just a dot, too," the woman huffed in defense. Joey narrowed his eyes at her.

"New York is not a dot. It's a blotch. The greatest blotch in all of America. This Fish city," he growled, jabbing at the map, finger no where near the city in question, "is barely a speck. We can't live there. Period. End of story."

"You know, Pheebs," Rachel said, taking her turn in the conversation, "as great as this Fishing-"

"Fishers."

"Fishers is, I don't think we're all quite ready for the small town life. Maybe we could go to a smaller city?" Phoebe regarded this idea.

"You mean like Annapolis?"

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of Chicago." Phoebe's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I love Chicago!"

"Yeah, me too!" Joey quipped from the backseat.

"Alright then!" Rachel exclaimed, thumping the steering wheel triumphantly, "Chicago it is!" The car remained silent for ten minutes, and then—

"Rach?" a soft voice inquired from the backseat of the taxi.

"Yeah, Joe?"

"Where are we gonna stay?"