A/N: The reason it's Simple Plan in Vegas is I live in Vegas and I was
watching a Simple Plan music video when I started writing this. Anyway, in
this chapter, we encounter a few major landmarks, including the Stanley
Hotel and the Great Salt Lake. We'll pretend that the McGuire gang lives
in Michigan, okay?
Chapter 2: Across The Country Wide
They were in Illinois now. It was a serene state so far, but Lizzie knew Chicago was coming up soon. Major ugh factor. Chicago sounded like such a boring, big-city type place, featuring the famous Same Big Building Over And Over landmark. Then they planned on cutting through the rest of Illinois and a bunch of grass and cornfields to Missouri. After that, they'd pull westward and head across the lower parts of those states to Vegas. Gordo insisted upon stopping in Nunn, Colorado to see a certain karate instructor named Mr.Hitch and swinging from there up to Essex Park for a while. Then they would head straight through Utah, stopping briefly in Cedar City to visit a few friends of Lizzie's family, to Nevada and down to Vegas. There they would find a hotel to stay in for the concert and head straight to the MGM Grand's Grand Garden Arena for the concert, after changing clothes at the hotel room.
But for right now, they were still headed through Illinois. Snore. Lizzie unbuckled and climbed over the back seat into the baggage area. She climbed, clothes and all, into one of the three sleeping bags that were sandwiches between the luggage and the backseat. She took the blue and red one she knew Gordo had brought because hers was half under the backseat and pinned there. Hers was yellow and purple, Miranda's was orange, pink, black, and green. Where she was now, Lizzie was scrunched half under the luggage and hidden by Miranda's clothes, which were leaking out of her open suitcase where she'd casually tossed it after changing clothes at a McDonald's at around eight o'clock in the morning. Lizzie lay there, bouncing slightly over the bumps in the highway. Soon, she fell asleep.
At around 6:30 pm, Gordo pulled over and let Miranda into the driver's seat so he could snooze in the back for a while. Without really looking at where he was going, Gordo climbed, clothes and all, into his sleeping bag. He was so tired, he didn't even notice that there was someone else in his sleeping bag. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the blanket rolled in a blanke the used as a pillow when traveling.
Lizzie turned over in her sleep and woke up. The car was still moving, but it felt as if all three of them were sandwiched in the back like when they pulled over for the night. Luckily, the breathing on Lizzie's face was shallow so the person was obviously awake. Lizzie poked the person. "Hey, hey, who's driving?" she asked groggily. "Miranda. We switched around 6." the person responded. It was Gordo. (like, duh!) "You're a little close there, Gordo." Lizzie said, pushing tiredly at Gordo's chest. Gordo tried to push his way out of the sleeping bag and failed. The fabric snapped taught and shot Gordo right back at Lizzie. When he was shot forward again, their lips touched. They moved away from one another. Their lips burned. When the moved their hands, they brushed. Whenever they moved, they touched. Eveywhere they touched, their skin burned, pleasant but hot. 'Wow,' they both thought. 'Wow.'
A/N: Sorry I went into such detail in this chapter. I got my first review on this story the other day (I read it the other day anyway) and thanks, I will keep writing. Luvs,
Carissa
Chapter 2: Across The Country Wide
They were in Illinois now. It was a serene state so far, but Lizzie knew Chicago was coming up soon. Major ugh factor. Chicago sounded like such a boring, big-city type place, featuring the famous Same Big Building Over And Over landmark. Then they planned on cutting through the rest of Illinois and a bunch of grass and cornfields to Missouri. After that, they'd pull westward and head across the lower parts of those states to Vegas. Gordo insisted upon stopping in Nunn, Colorado to see a certain karate instructor named Mr.Hitch and swinging from there up to Essex Park for a while. Then they would head straight through Utah, stopping briefly in Cedar City to visit a few friends of Lizzie's family, to Nevada and down to Vegas. There they would find a hotel to stay in for the concert and head straight to the MGM Grand's Grand Garden Arena for the concert, after changing clothes at the hotel room.
But for right now, they were still headed through Illinois. Snore. Lizzie unbuckled and climbed over the back seat into the baggage area. She climbed, clothes and all, into one of the three sleeping bags that were sandwiches between the luggage and the backseat. She took the blue and red one she knew Gordo had brought because hers was half under the backseat and pinned there. Hers was yellow and purple, Miranda's was orange, pink, black, and green. Where she was now, Lizzie was scrunched half under the luggage and hidden by Miranda's clothes, which were leaking out of her open suitcase where she'd casually tossed it after changing clothes at a McDonald's at around eight o'clock in the morning. Lizzie lay there, bouncing slightly over the bumps in the highway. Soon, she fell asleep.
At around 6:30 pm, Gordo pulled over and let Miranda into the driver's seat so he could snooze in the back for a while. Without really looking at where he was going, Gordo climbed, clothes and all, into his sleeping bag. He was so tired, he didn't even notice that there was someone else in his sleeping bag. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the blanket rolled in a blanke the used as a pillow when traveling.
Lizzie turned over in her sleep and woke up. The car was still moving, but it felt as if all three of them were sandwiched in the back like when they pulled over for the night. Luckily, the breathing on Lizzie's face was shallow so the person was obviously awake. Lizzie poked the person. "Hey, hey, who's driving?" she asked groggily. "Miranda. We switched around 6." the person responded. It was Gordo. (like, duh!) "You're a little close there, Gordo." Lizzie said, pushing tiredly at Gordo's chest. Gordo tried to push his way out of the sleeping bag and failed. The fabric snapped taught and shot Gordo right back at Lizzie. When he was shot forward again, their lips touched. They moved away from one another. Their lips burned. When the moved their hands, they brushed. Whenever they moved, they touched. Eveywhere they touched, their skin burned, pleasant but hot. 'Wow,' they both thought. 'Wow.'
A/N: Sorry I went into such detail in this chapter. I got my first review on this story the other day (I read it the other day anyway) and thanks, I will keep writing. Luvs,
Carissa