"HIGHWAY TO HELL! I'm on the HIGHWAY TO HELL!" Hullo! Ok, guys, this is supposed to be a real funny chapie, so bare with me, K?

Chapter fourteen: ROAD TRIP!

Dick waited impatiently for the others to arrive. It was Monday, and the first day of Spring Break, as well as the day the band starts their cross-country trip to Gotham City. The whole thing was still a bit unbelievable. Especially the past phone calls he's been getting from a certain girl…

Phone calls…

He remembered the phone call he got yesterday from Gar, telling him some rather disturbing news.

"Terra's coming with us"

"WHAT?"

"She's coming"

"What? Why?"

"She says it's best for both of us"

"How could that possibly be best for both of you?"

"Got me. But it's too late now. When I saw her packing, I thought she was dumping me, so I started the 'I agree/ move on/ it's not you, it's me' tactic, but I only got to the 'I agree' part when she told me she was coming with, so she thinks I'm encouraging her."

"But why don't you just tell her she can't go?"

"Because she thinks she's part of the band."

"Say WHAT? Why does she think she's part of the band?"

"Because 'she's the drummer's boyfriend'," he groaned.

Dick sighed. "Fine, she can come. Just – make sure she's not a big burden"

"Fat chance"

"Does anyone else know?"

"Yeah"

What a way to ruin a vacation thought Dick as he brought himself back to the present. But Kori makes up for it. He smiled in spite of himself. Well speak of the Devil. Kori walked down the sidewalk, duffel bag on her shoulder and a broad smile on her face. She was wearing a tight-fitting, pink tee that had a picture of a shooting star on it with jean Capri's and purple flip-flops.

Dick hopped off the porch and ran/walked over to her, grinning from ear-to-ear, spiked hair unmoving as he did. He was wearing a red, loose-leaf t-shirt with bell-bottom pants and black tennis shoes. He also wore a pair of sunglasses, to make him look cool.

"Hey," she said a bit breathlessly.

"Hi," he returned. He then took her duffel bag and offered to carry it. She blushed slightly, but allowed it. They walked over to the porch and started talking about nothing in particular. Then, a white car drove up and Rachel stepped out of the passenger's side.

"I hope I'm not interrupting?" she said slyly. Her two friends blushed crimson. She smiled and thanked her mother for driving her. Arella nodded and drove off.

Rach was wearing a black t-shirt with a blue funny-bunny under it (A/N that's what I call them) and under that it said: "Teachers are great. Whatever. Can I have an 'A'?". She also wore black kakis with a black and silver belt and black Convers. With her she carried a large, dark violet backpack and her bass guitar slung over her shoulder.

"Where's everybody?" she said, looking around.

"Not here," said Dick, happy to change the subject.

Rachel shrugged and went to sit down by the other two. Soon, a blue and white car drove up and Vic stepped out along with Garfield and Terra. The three friends on the porch felt their eyebrows shoot up as they saw Gar's appearance. His hair was now – well – green.

"Uh, interesting fashion statement," said Dick.

"I think it looks like someone puked in his hair," said Terra, annoyed. She was wearing a yellow tank-top with boy-shorts and gray shoes. Gar frowned. He was wearing a simple outfit of a white tee and blue cargo pants.

"I like it," Rach said a bit loudly. Terra glared at her and Gar snuck a small smile.

"All right, ya'll," said Victor, getting out the bags from the trunk. "Let's get this show on the road!" Vic was wearing a large Metallica t-shirt and light blue cargo pants.

"Great!" said Dick. "Wait here." Then he ran around back, leaving the band looking curiously at one another. Then, there was a loud HONK and they gasped.

Dick was driving a HUGE, black tour bus.

"So? What do you think?" he said, stepping out of the monstrous vehicle. They just stood, gaping.

"It's – it's – beautiful," said Vic. It was a known fact that Victor was in love with cars and any other "auto-related junk" as Rach called it.

"I think it's a waste of money, gas and effort," said Rachel in her usual metreone voice.

"Not if you saw the inside," he said with a smile. They all went into the bus and their eyes grew wide.

Inside there was a TV, a mini-kitchen (complete with microwave, sink, cupboards, coffee maker and mini-fridge), and in the back there was a wide bunk-bed with curtains covering each bed. Beside it was a narrow hall leading to what seemed like the bathroom.

"Whoa," Vic said in disbelief.

"It still needs a driver," said Dick, tossing him the keys. "Think you can handle her?" There was actually a tear forming in the corner of his right eye.

"I – would – be – honored."

Rachel rolled her eyes and mumbled "Boys".

They all went back out side. Terra dumped her brown suitcase in Gar's arms and said "Take care of this, won't you?" Then she went back inside the bus. Dick shut the door and they all looked at Garfield.

"What?"

"Why did she have to come?" Rachel moaned.

"She – wanted to" he answered, lamely.

"Why didn't you tell her she couldn't come?" Vic said.

"Well, because – well, you know…" They all gave him a look. "Ok, listen, I know Terra can be a bit – pushy at times…"

"And demanding" said Dick.

"And whiny" added Vic.

"And rude" chimed in Kori.

"And arrogant" finished Rachel.

"Yeah, yeah, we know she can be all of that, but, come on, guys. I mean, just – give her a chance. I mean, she's not that bad." They looked at him. "Ok, maybe she is that bad. But, she can change! I promise!"

Oh, Garfield, how wrong you are.

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