Chapter 17 – Road trip by Cc.
Stacey walked in from school on a hot Friday afternoon. She was thankful the weekend was there as the week had seemed to drag on forever. In the sweltering heat, she had had to sit through an hour of Mr. Litmans geography class and all she wanted to do was hang out with Tess and sunbathe.
Her lip had just about healed and the black eye that had been freshened by Sukura when they had their 'fair fight' had turned a yellowy colour, showing it was almost gone. The several small cuts she had were barely visible now and, aside from being a shade paler, she was as good as ever.
In the back of her mind, she was thankful that her and Sukura hadn't had any more run-ins' but secretly, another part of her wanted to cause more trouble. Both of their groups of friends had kept clear of each other, so for now, things were calm at school.
Stacey was shocked to find the whole team at home when she plonked her bag down in the living room and wandered into the kitchen. Usually, they worked until at least 5pm but there they were, sitting or standing in the kitchen.
"What are you all doing home?" she asked, the question coming out more rude than she had meant it to.
"Aww, you wanted to be alone?" Asked Brian, grinning. "We figured you could use a break from everything, so this weekend, we're taking you on a little 'holiday'," he added, using finger quotes.
"Holiday?" Stacey asked, suspiciously, looking at each member of the team individually.
"That's right. We're gonna take two cars and go camping for the weekend," explained Brian, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"Camping?" She repeated, still not quite understanding why they were doing this. Her face was full of confusion and everyone laughed at her.
"Yeah. Camping. For the weekend. All of us. Just to get away from the city," Stacey began to object but Dom continued from his spot leaning against the counter, arms crossed across his chest. "Don't worry, we're staying in a cabin, not tents. No need to worry about the bears or whether you need to wash your hair."
He smiled mockingly at her and she gave him a look of disgust for thinking of her as that vain. She turned back to Brian and he just shrugged at her, taking another bite of his snack.
"Go pack," ordered Dom, "We leave in thirty."
Stacey stood dumbfounded for a second but was prompted again by Dom – "Go!"
Stacey slowly walked up the stairs to her room, still trying to process things. A break? Why did they need a break? Things were fine. And what about races? They were going to miss them. Why would they rather go camping of all things, they were a team that raced.
Something didn't quite add up to Stacey but she decided to push it aside and save herself the hassle of asking more questions if they weren't going to give her any more information.
She packed all of her essential stuff, showered, changed and was ready after twenty-nine minutes. She ran downstairs, bag at the ready, and found the rest of the team just as she'd left them.
"Nice timing," said Dom, looking at the clock which was just turning to 4.30pm.
They all headed outside, while Mia locked up the house and Brian put Stacey's bag in the trunk of his car. Stacey got in the back of Brian's car along with Leon and Mia, who sat up front with Brian. Dom was driving the other car, Letty beside him and Jesse and Vince on the back seat. The sound of two engines, two fresh sets of skid marks on the road and they were on their way.
An hour into their journey and conversation was scarce. Stacey looked over to the other car to see Jesse looking as bored as her. She caught his attention and pulled a face at him, complete with finger horns. He smiled at her and stuck his tongue out while crossing his eyes. She suppressed a laugh and feigned a yawn, indicating she was bored.
A while later, and the silence that filled Dom's car was broken by Brian's voice over the two way.
"You up for a challenge?" He asked, mischief present in his voice.
"Always. What you got in mind?"
"Last one to the cabin gets the room with the cockroaches," he replied.
Dom let out a disgusted noise, knowing full well what Brian was indicating.
"You're on," Dom said, simply.
Both drivers pressed harder in the gas and were soon speeding up. Brian was lagging behind, purposefully. Five minutes later and Dom was being pulled over by the cops. Brian, Mia, Leon and Stacey stuck up their middle fingers as Dom talked to the officer. He shook his head in an annoyed way and everyone laughed at him.
"He'll never catch up now," Brian stated to the other three.
He was soon contradicted when his engine began to fail. He had run out of gas. He pulled the car to the side of the road and jumped out, searching in the back for a can he always has, just in case. He was just replacing the cap when the other car sped past them. He had to take a second look when he realized Jesse was mooning them. They all busted up laughing and he jumped back in the car, hoping to catch up to them.
After Brian's confidence worked against him, Dom won their little bet and was stood at the cabin with a smug look about his face.
"Don't even say it," says Brian, stepping out of his car.
"What?" Asks Dom, innocently. "Hope you like infectious diseases and mutated cockroaches with eight legs. Look where assuming your own granditude will get you."
Brian ignores this and turns to Jesse – "Nice ass."
Jesse blushes, Leon laughs and Vince looks at Brian rather wearily. He backs away and goes to fetch the bags from the car.
Two hours later and Vince, Leon, Jesse and Stacey are sitting in the living room around a table. Vince suggests a game of strip poker, slamming a deck of cards onto the wood. The others just laugh at him and he gets up to go to the bathroom. Slightly drunk and incredibly disorientated, he opens the wrong door, revealing Mia and Brian closer than close. He stumbles backwards, slamming the door behind him.
"Shit!" Exclaims Brian, pulling his shirt back on.
"It's not your fault Brian. He knows we're together. He needs to get over himself," Mia soothes the situation.
"I know but I don't want him to ruin the holiday for everyone else. I'm going to be the bigger man and apologize."
"Brian..." She starts, but he is already closing the door behind him.
He turns the corner to Vince's room, just in time to see him lead an intoxicated Stacey in. He spots Brian and smiles, sickly sweet, at him, shutting the door behind them.
AN: Go BW! I hope this was okay, I was really stuck and had to have a friend feed me ideas. And I had exams. And a certain someone bugged me like hell to write. You know who you are. Bye! Oh! And review please!
Stacey walked in from school on a hot Friday afternoon. She was thankful the weekend was there as the week had seemed to drag on forever. In the sweltering heat, she had had to sit through an hour of Mr. Litmans geography class and all she wanted to do was hang out with Tess and sunbathe.
Her lip had just about healed and the black eye that had been freshened by Sukura when they had their 'fair fight' had turned a yellowy colour, showing it was almost gone. The several small cuts she had were barely visible now and, aside from being a shade paler, she was as good as ever.
In the back of her mind, she was thankful that her and Sukura hadn't had any more run-ins' but secretly, another part of her wanted to cause more trouble. Both of their groups of friends had kept clear of each other, so for now, things were calm at school.
Stacey was shocked to find the whole team at home when she plonked her bag down in the living room and wandered into the kitchen. Usually, they worked until at least 5pm but there they were, sitting or standing in the kitchen.
"What are you all doing home?" she asked, the question coming out more rude than she had meant it to.
"Aww, you wanted to be alone?" Asked Brian, grinning. "We figured you could use a break from everything, so this weekend, we're taking you on a little 'holiday'," he added, using finger quotes.
"Holiday?" Stacey asked, suspiciously, looking at each member of the team individually.
"That's right. We're gonna take two cars and go camping for the weekend," explained Brian, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"Camping?" She repeated, still not quite understanding why they were doing this. Her face was full of confusion and everyone laughed at her.
"Yeah. Camping. For the weekend. All of us. Just to get away from the city," Stacey began to object but Dom continued from his spot leaning against the counter, arms crossed across his chest. "Don't worry, we're staying in a cabin, not tents. No need to worry about the bears or whether you need to wash your hair."
He smiled mockingly at her and she gave him a look of disgust for thinking of her as that vain. She turned back to Brian and he just shrugged at her, taking another bite of his snack.
"Go pack," ordered Dom, "We leave in thirty."
Stacey stood dumbfounded for a second but was prompted again by Dom – "Go!"
Stacey slowly walked up the stairs to her room, still trying to process things. A break? Why did they need a break? Things were fine. And what about races? They were going to miss them. Why would they rather go camping of all things, they were a team that raced.
Something didn't quite add up to Stacey but she decided to push it aside and save herself the hassle of asking more questions if they weren't going to give her any more information.
She packed all of her essential stuff, showered, changed and was ready after twenty-nine minutes. She ran downstairs, bag at the ready, and found the rest of the team just as she'd left them.
"Nice timing," said Dom, looking at the clock which was just turning to 4.30pm.
They all headed outside, while Mia locked up the house and Brian put Stacey's bag in the trunk of his car. Stacey got in the back of Brian's car along with Leon and Mia, who sat up front with Brian. Dom was driving the other car, Letty beside him and Jesse and Vince on the back seat. The sound of two engines, two fresh sets of skid marks on the road and they were on their way.
An hour into their journey and conversation was scarce. Stacey looked over to the other car to see Jesse looking as bored as her. She caught his attention and pulled a face at him, complete with finger horns. He smiled at her and stuck his tongue out while crossing his eyes. She suppressed a laugh and feigned a yawn, indicating she was bored.
A while later, and the silence that filled Dom's car was broken by Brian's voice over the two way.
"You up for a challenge?" He asked, mischief present in his voice.
"Always. What you got in mind?"
"Last one to the cabin gets the room with the cockroaches," he replied.
Dom let out a disgusted noise, knowing full well what Brian was indicating.
"You're on," Dom said, simply.
Both drivers pressed harder in the gas and were soon speeding up. Brian was lagging behind, purposefully. Five minutes later and Dom was being pulled over by the cops. Brian, Mia, Leon and Stacey stuck up their middle fingers as Dom talked to the officer. He shook his head in an annoyed way and everyone laughed at him.
"He'll never catch up now," Brian stated to the other three.
He was soon contradicted when his engine began to fail. He had run out of gas. He pulled the car to the side of the road and jumped out, searching in the back for a can he always has, just in case. He was just replacing the cap when the other car sped past them. He had to take a second look when he realized Jesse was mooning them. They all busted up laughing and he jumped back in the car, hoping to catch up to them.
After Brian's confidence worked against him, Dom won their little bet and was stood at the cabin with a smug look about his face.
"Don't even say it," says Brian, stepping out of his car.
"What?" Asks Dom, innocently. "Hope you like infectious diseases and mutated cockroaches with eight legs. Look where assuming your own granditude will get you."
Brian ignores this and turns to Jesse – "Nice ass."
Jesse blushes, Leon laughs and Vince looks at Brian rather wearily. He backs away and goes to fetch the bags from the car.
Two hours later and Vince, Leon, Jesse and Stacey are sitting in the living room around a table. Vince suggests a game of strip poker, slamming a deck of cards onto the wood. The others just laugh at him and he gets up to go to the bathroom. Slightly drunk and incredibly disorientated, he opens the wrong door, revealing Mia and Brian closer than close. He stumbles backwards, slamming the door behind him.
"Shit!" Exclaims Brian, pulling his shirt back on.
"It's not your fault Brian. He knows we're together. He needs to get over himself," Mia soothes the situation.
"I know but I don't want him to ruin the holiday for everyone else. I'm going to be the bigger man and apologize."
"Brian..." She starts, but he is already closing the door behind him.
He turns the corner to Vince's room, just in time to see him lead an intoxicated Stacey in. He spots Brian and smiles, sickly sweet, at him, shutting the door behind them.
AN: Go BW! I hope this was okay, I was really stuck and had to have a friend feed me ideas. And I had exams. And a certain someone bugged me like hell to write. You know who you are. Bye! Oh! And review please!