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"My dude One o' One."
He yelps as he spins to find Roy standing behind him.
"Uh hi. Wait, why- I thought-" he points over his shoulder, "room. Not in room-"
He sighs as he drops his chin to his chest.
How long had he been standing outside the door trying to figure out the best way to ask for a favor?
Roy snorts, "Detention." He rolls his eyes as he flings an arm around his shoulders, "So, sup with you?"
He takes a deep breath, "So um, I was like, kind of hoping I could get your help with something. But like, it's okay if you can't, or if you're busy. I get it."
Roy snorts, "C'mon one oh one," He shakes his head "Don't be dumb. Of course I got time." He slides his arm off of him to unlock his door before he tugs him into the room and tosses his bag to his bed. "How can I be of assistance?"
"I need a ride."
Roy turns, his pierced brow raised. "Seriously?" He asks in surprise.
"I've got money. And I can buy snacks. And I already have the directions to get there-"
Roy waves his hand before he places a finger to his lips, "You had me at I need." He rushes over to his bedside table and swipes up his keys.
"Really?"
"Duh." Roy snorts. "Let's go."
"But, you don't know how far away it is."
"So?" Roy shrugs.
"Or how long it will take."
"And?" Roy slides and arm through his.
"And you're saying yes before you even knew anything about it besides I need a ride."
"Uh-uh-uh. Need, my man. You said the magic word." Roy grins down at him, "You never say you need something."
"I thought please was the magic word, or one of them, actually that whole magic word thing is very misleading-"
"Most things are misleading if you think about it hard enough." Roy tugs him down the hall.
"And I do- Wait, I left the directions in my room. And snacks."
"Roogle man." Roy ruffles his hair. "We can pick up snacks on the way. I got'chu." He grins wider, before he pumps his fist, "Fuck, I love road trips."
He smiles as he pulls pristine folded bills from his pocket, "Here man, I don't know how much it'll be for gas and stuff, but I'm-"
Roy holds up his hand, "nah nah nah, this is on me."
"But It's like four hours away."
"Looks like we're gettin' rando pizza for dinner." Roy takes his hand before he starts racing down the hall. "And missin' tomorrow!" He sing-songs.
Carlos grins as he rushes to keep up.
He should have known how excited Roy would be about this instead of getting caught in a loop of horrible what ifs.
He pats his thigh as he rushes to the stairs, "Come on Dude!"
"Wednesday road trips are the best road trips," Roy laughs boisterously as Dude barks and jumps at their heels.
He follows Roy out to the student parking lot before he stops.
He'd never seen Roy's car before-
But it was one of those moments where he knew it before it was confirmed.
Of course Roy drove a huge wheeled Jeep. That thing screamed off-road.
What a perfect car for Roy.
For Roy.
He eyes the flimsy green canvas sides and clear plastic windows that snapped into place.
"C'mon-" Roy hits the button before he releases his hand, "Let's do this!" He jumps to hit the hood.
He swallows hard.
He could do this.
He could ride in this totally safe looking car with no windows, or step to get into the car.
He'd made up his mind to ask Roy first because he didn't want to bother Ben with a trip to London like this
And he didn't want to explain to Hiro or David why he wanted to go to London to visit people he'd never met.
But Roy didn't care about the why, he was just excited about the road trip.
And so, he could do this.
He smiles as Dude jumps in behind Roy before he hears things clattering around.
After a moment the door opens, "Come on!" Roy grins down at him.
He blinks before he grabs the bar and pulls himself in. He smiles as he clicks his seatbelt in place and pulls Dude to his lap, "What was-"
"Don't worry about it." Roy waves him off.
That sounded like something he didn't want to investigate too closely.
He jumps when Roy cranks on the car, "Catch and you can be DJ."
His eyes widen before he half juggles Roy's phone until he can get a grip on it.
"Hold on tight!" Roy winks at him before he puts the car in gear and revs the engine. "JK. I'm not that big of a douche."
"Thank you." He breathes out, doing his best to get his racing pulse back under control.
Roy and Harry had a lot in common.
Like the fact they played too much.
"No prob." He smiles before he pulls out and starts driving out of the parking lot.
He chuckles before he swipes Roy's phone open and clicks through his song lists.
Roy had a pretty vast interest in music. And surprisingly well-labeled playlists- By mood.
He even had a 'future road trip if I ever get friends cooler than Doug.'
That looked promising. And also made him happy Roy had been his first thought.
But at the same time, it also made him sad.
Roy was a pretty awesome guy, and it felt strange to know someone here in Auradon also felt lonely.
Wasn't that what it was when you wanted friends?
He sighs as he hits play before he pulls his phone out, realizing that while he'd been happy to set a date for this road trip, Roy had managed to get him in the car before he'd thought about the rest of the details.
Like telling David he was going to miss his appointment this afternoon.
Or telling Mal, Jay, and Evie where he was and what he was doing.
Those were equally important for different reasons.
Not to mention the classes he was skipping.
His stomach churns as his eyes widen.
He was skipping class.
"Uhh… Are we supposed to like, tell someone when we're missing classes? Like should we text Fairy Godmother?"
"I usually wait for her to text me." Roy shrugs as he keeps the beat with the steering wheel.
He narrows his eyes as he hugs Dude closer and turns to stare at Roy, "Weren't you in a lunch detention?"
"Down with the man."
He blinks before he thumbs at his phone, "I'm texting Fairy Godmother, I'm sure she'll understand."
Roy slumps in his seat, "Spoilsport…" He pouts, before he looks him over in disappointment, "How are you from the Isle?"
"Uh, one, I'm from the Isle so I don't want to break rules and get sent back to the Isle."
"They're not gonna send you back for skippin' a day bro."
"Half day." He corrects automatically.
"Depends where we are-" Roy blinks. "Where are we going?"
"London."
"Oh." Roy nods, "Cool." He grins.
It doesn't escape him that they do a U-turn at the next light.
"Yeah, guess I should have said that sooner."
"I mean, I think ya were before I interrupted you with a shoosh." Roy chuckles. "Speakin' of," He hits a button on the screen between them. "Wanna dump them coords into the GPS?"
"The Global Positioning System?" He asks as he leans forward to work with the screen.
"I uh, probably?"
"Why didn't I think about that? I printed out directions, but fuck man, this is so much cooler!"
"Probably stress and anxiety. With a touch of neuroticism. Also, ain't it?"
"And newness." He shrugs as he types the address into the box.
He'd looked it up the night he and Hiro first met.
Stared at it so many times he had it memorized at this point.
"So, like, snacks at the next stop?"
"Yeah!" He leans back once he hits enter.
Roy grins. "My type ah guy." He slams one hand against the wheel, "And, my dude! Suicides!"
"Suicides? Isn't that when someone kills themselves?"
"Well yeah," Roy grimaces, "that… But it's also when- Have you gotten to use a soda fountain yet?"
"Um, is it like a chocolate fountain? Cause that was wicked when they had that out after dinner one night. Seriously, like everything is better dipped in chocolate."
"Okay, so not that cool- But," Roy shrugs, "It's- I'll show you when we get there. It's pretty boss."
He nods as he settles in his seat before he catches himself staring out at the city around them.
He hadn't thought much about it after the night they'd broken into the museum, the city the school was in, but now he found himself staring at it in wonder.
It was nothing like the Isle.
Trees grew alongside sidewalks. Green grass covered every non-paved surface. The buildings were immaculate.
Everything was clean.
It was a huge difference.
Clean and vibrant.
And so bright.
"C'mon." Roy parks at a pump. "Let's go load up." He slides out of the car. "Do this shit right while we fuel up." He grins up at him before he shuts the door, disappearing.
Do what right?
He grins before he shakes his head.
Apparently, he had a lot to learn about road trips.
Or maybe just road trips with Roy.
He blinks as the door opens and he walks into a place straight out of his dreams.
There was food everywhere.
All lined up in pretty packaging. Neat and straight.
Perfect rows. Perfect lines.
One section was even laid out by color.
"Catch."
"Huh?" He asks before a bag hits him in the face.
He blinks before he stoops and grabs a blue bag of cotton candy.
Cotton. Candy
It looked like clouds.
"Oooh and these." Roy picks up several oversized straws and shoves them under his arm. "Oh and this." He grabs several green packages. "Oh, and these." He grabs several bottles. "Hmm." He looks around before he walks to the front of the store and comes back with a basket. "Boom."
He looks over the accumulating bags and boxes, wondering how much more Roy could fit into them.
Wait.
Was Roy getting nothing but candy?
They could do that?
And have Pizza?
He looks around the store in amazement.
"Eh." Roy makes a face as he throws a bag into the cart before he walks to the next aisle.
"Peanut Butter cups?" He asks hopefully as he continues to look around.
"Like so many," Roy calls back over the aisle before he walks back, the basket now overflowing with bags.
"Is this where Hiro kept buying us candy?"
Roy looks around, "Doubt it? This is just a gas station."
"There's more than one store like this!?"
"Dude, we're totally hittin' up ah Allmart on the way back."
"What's an Allmart?"
"Dude. Like a twenty-four-hour smorgasbord." He grins. "C'mon," He takes his wrist before he tugs him over to a wall of machines. "Oooh, I talked soda fountains up- But have you had a slush yet?"
"Ice slush is dangerous." He furrows his brow.
Roy stares at him for a moment before he shrugs, "So, that's a no then." He pulls him over to a machine with clear circles. "My dude." He gestures to the machines, "Check it." He puts down the basket before he pulls the biggest cup he'd ever seen and hits a lever.
"That's bigger than my mother's wine glass." He blinks at it in amazement.
"Noted." Roy nods, "But, here." He offers him the blue fluffy drink. "Try it."
He sips carefully from the straw before his eyes widen, "What is that! What flavor is that?"
"Blue raspberry slushie." Roy grins.
"I haven't seen a blue raspberry yet." He pulls at the straw again.
"And you never will, 'cause it's one hundred percent art-e-ficial!" Roy sing-songs.
"It's a fake flavor?"
"Yep."
"That's so cool!" He drinks again.
"Ain't it just?" Roy grins, "So, as I was sayin' in the car, a suicide is when you mix all the flavors. Watch and learn." He winks as he takes another ridiculously large cup and puts a dome lid on it before he puts a little bit of each in the cup. "This is either gonna be dope as fuck, or gross as shit."
He quickly drinks until half his cup is gone, but before he can refill it he winces at the sudden freezing headache.
"Whoops." Roy shakes his head. "Forgot about the warning. Brain Freeze. It'll go away in like a minute. Gotta drink this shit slow."
"Ouch." He grimaces as he nods, "Lesson learned."
"That's how we all learn it pup," Roy chuckles as he pats his back. "Now go load up your cup. I'll go pay the man."
"I'm paying." He frowns.
"On the way back," Roy waves dismissively.
They were doing this again on the way back?
He grins as he refills his cup, taking a moment to taste each flavor.
He could see why Roy loved road trips.
Sugar was very motivating.
"Thank you." He waves at the guy behind the counter as he rushes out after Roy.
"Kay?" The guy waves back.
When he makes it back to the jeep he finds Roy feeding Dude something from a bag.
"They had dog food in there?"
"Well, yes? But this is jerky. Figured if we were gonna go junk Dude could join us."
"Jerky is junk?" He furrows his brow.
"Accordin' ta my mom." Roy shrugs. "Dad swears by it though. So depends who you ask, I guess."
"T swears by it too. He always had some jerky on him."
"You guys had cows?" Roy asks as he settles in the car.
"No." He chuckles at the random question.
"Pigs?"
"No?"
"Chicken?"
"There were a few of those but-" He tilts his head to the side, "why are you asking about farm animals?"
"What was your jerky made out of?"
"The stuff T made was rat." He shrugs, " And Deez and Gil got really good at Fish jerky. And Crabapple jerky."
"Huh." Roy blinks. "Creative." He nods after a moment. "Here, try this."
He always thought the jerky T made was the best.
Right up until he tried this.
This was sweet and salty, and a little spicy.
"Mmhmm, it's good."
He chews it happily as Dude sniffs his face.
"Right?" Roy winks. "Now buckle up, so we can really start this shit."
He quickly buckles before he hugs Dude, "Ready."
"Sweet," Roy nods before he pulls out.
They're on the road for a moment before Roy pulls out one of the straws and taps his head with it. "Try this. Do it. Do it. Do it."
He frowns as he takes the straw in both hands, "What is it?"
"It's called a Sprite Stick." Roy grins, "I feel like you're gonna go ape shit. For it. And from it."
"So, what you like, open one end and dump it all in your mouth?"
"YES! Do it. Do it. Do it."
That was a lot of stuff to try and fit in his mouth.
Not like he hadn't already tried to see how many peanut butter cups he could fit in his mouth.
"Here!" Roy pulls another stick out. "We can shoot it together." He grins, "Just have your slush ready. Shit's really dry, don't want ya to choke."
"Shouldn't you like, I don't know, focus on driving?"
"I can do both." Roy waves him off.
He shrugs before he twists one end off the giant straw while Roy rips his off with his teeth.
Before he can think about it too much he tilts his head back and upends the straw in his mouth, coughing as powder hit the back of his throat.
Fuck that was sweet!
He gags until he manages to suck a huge gulp of slush down, forgetting the danger until the brain freeze hits.
"Aaahhhh!"
"Yeah, that's the stuff." Roy grins.
"This is what makes road trips fun?" He asks as he rubs at his temples.
If the pain was a brain freeze maybe he could warm his brain back up.
"Wait for it." Roy winks, "Just keep downin' the straw."
"Wait for what? Why more straw, I want to try the blue fluffy cloud. And I saw peanut butter cups, and something called rainbow drops, and seriously I've always wondered what violet tastes like. Does it work like that? Do rainbow drops taste like a real rainbow? I mean they can't, right? It's like blue raspberry. They have to be made up flavors because we can't taste different spectrums of light and wow candy tastes so good, even if it's all fake flavors. Or are they all fake flavors? How can flavors be fake? Like, it's a taste. A fake taste? But it's still a taste. Man, everything tastes better here. Maybe the Isle had all the fake flavors. But not fake like artificial, I just mean fake. And wow my heart is beating fast is it supposed to do that?"
"Only if the stick is workin'." Roy lets out a high pitched giggle as he throws his empty straw in the back of the car. "Cotton me." He grins as he holds out his hand. "Which warnin', it can get a bit sticky so make sure ya got the hand sanitizer on tap." He winks.
"Oh way ahead of you." He unclips his bottle from a belt loop, "Once I learned what hand sanitizer was I realized I needed it."
"Fair." Roy nods, "But seriously," He curls his fingers "fluff me."
He chuckles as he rips into one of the huge bags and tears a handful of the blue fluff apart from the rest and hands it to Roy. "It really does feel like a cotton ball almost."
"And," Roy shoves it in his mouth. "It velts in vour mouf."
His eyes widen before he shoves a large section in his mouth.
His eyes almost roll into the back of his head.
It was like sugar dipped mythical blue raspberry clouds before they melted, becoming a warm sugar slurry in his mouth.
"I know right?"
"This is- I think I love blue raspberry."
"It's some good shit." Roy nods.
"Like really good, but I think I still like peanut butter cups better. But I don't know how much."
Roy snorts as he pulls off onto the highway, "So like, London, huh?"
"Yep." He pulls a smaller section of cotton candy off and shoves it in his mouth.
"Hit me." Roy holds out his hand again.
He grins as he passes him another section before he cleans his fingers with the sanitizer.
"Mmmm. Childhood." Roy swallows, "So- we goin' ta like a tech convention or something?"
"No, but that does sound like a lot of fun. Hiro said he couldn't wait to take me to my first tech convention this summer. He's got something pretty cool in mind, but he won't tell me everything. We made a deal though, he tells me a new fact about where we're going every week and I get to guess."
"Dope." Roy grins. "Concert then?"
"They have concerts on weekdays?"
"I mean, at Dive bars yeah."
"What's a Dive Bar? It sounds like a swimming thing, but then bar?"
Roy narrows his eyes before he closes his mouth, "So why are we going to London?"
"Because that's where Roger and Anita live."
"And they are?"
"They're the people my mother stole puppies from when she wanted to make a coat. I read a lot about how my mother used to be in fashion," He furrows his brow as he tilts his head, "which explains the fur coats now. And she was like, friends with Anita from college or something. But, I wanted to go and apologize for my mother hurting them."
"I don't think you owe them an apology but that's so you of you." Roy smiles as he studies the road for a moment. "Oh!" He moves suddenly and scoops up several of the bags before he throws them in the back. "Nope."
"Nope?" He frowns as the bag of cotton candy joins the pile in the back, "Why nope?"
"Cause that shit is gonna make you crash hard." Roy shakes his head, "We don't need you to show up to their door shaking and tweaked out on sugar."
"Oh." He sighs as he leans back against the seat, "I do get tired after eating an entire bag of peanut butter cups. Maybe it's a good idea to not be like that. I don't want to make a bad impression. I just want them to know I won't do what my mother did."
"We can go to town on our way back." He assures him. "Til then, it's nothin' but salt snacks and slush- Fuck." Roy sighs, "We're gonna have to make another stop." He pulls off at an exit. "Good impressions aren't really my thing-"
"I liked you after your first impression."
Roy presses a hand to his chest, "Thank you." He smiles. "That means a lot to me. Fuck knows I'm not the best at like- Whatevs and shit. But uh, I don't think a tweakin' teen with blue lips and tongue is gonna fly."
"Blue lips?" He sits up before he pulls his phone out to check his face.
He laughs when he sees blue staining not only his lips, tongue, and teeth, but pretty much everything around his mouth as well. "Huh. Mal always said I was a messy eater."
"I like to call it appreciative."
"Appreciative," He snickers as he types into a note in his phone, "I like that."
Roy chuckles, "Hope you like burgers."
"I love burgers!" He cheers as Dude barks.
"Good cause that's about all they got at this exit."
Thirty minutes.
All it took was thirty minutes for him to kill the kid.
He shakes his head as he glances over at the sleeping pups with a smile.
Luckily they still had about another five hours to go.
He smiles as he continues to listen to music and munch on the safer snacks.
Passed out or not, it was still pretty cool that Carlos had felt comfortable enough to ask him to drive him someplace.
Someplace far the fuck away.
But it meant a lot.
It was a level of trust he'd never really gotten from anyone outside of his family.
Well, his dad.
His mother loved him, but uh, he wouldn't exactly say she trusted his decision-making skills.
He blows air between his lips several times before he grimaces.
Shit.
He glances at Carlos again.
Had he warned his pack about this trip?
He groans before he snaps his window closed.
He didn't really have a choice, now that he thought about it.
Fuck.
He sighs as he unplugs his phone and picks it up before he hits Jay's icon.
Don't pick up.
Don't pick up.
Don't-
"Roy? Is Carlos okay?"
"Hey-" He grins at the concern- or rather demand in the other boy's tone. "Yeah, he's alright."
"Oh. Good. How's the road trip?"
"It's goin' good. We're still quite a bit out. Just wanted to double-check to make sure the pup warned you we'd be a minute to get back."
"He warned us he might not be back until tomorrow morning, which sounds like a long trip since you guys have cars."
"Well, it's like several kingdoms away so, yeah." He taps his thumb on the wheel.
"But, he's okay?"
"Yeah," He assures him.
"I got it, I got it E. Fine, Evie wants Carlos to know she's collecting all his work from class."
"I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that." He chuckles.
"So-"
There's a lot of noise in the background until it suddenly cuts off.
"Where are you guys going?"
"London."
"Oookkkaaay…?"
"I know right?"
"Did he say why?"
"Honestly, didn't think to ask. Pup wanted a ride, I said fuck yeah road trip, and here we are."
"Yeah." He hears Jay sigh, "Is he there? Can I ask him?"
"Um… He's sleeping."
"Sleeping? It's not even two."
"Yeah, well road trips involve sugar so- kid crashed. Hard."
"That's our pup. We're just worried about him. When he wakes up can you have him call one of us?"
"Sure thing, man. I got'chu."
"Thanks for helping him out Roy, I owe ya one."
"Not really."
"Yeah, I do though, cause I know you won't let anything happen to him."
"That's kinda what friends do for friends… I think. I mean, yeah."
Jay laughs, "I should get back to the gym before Coach comes out here and finds me."
"Fair 'nough." He grins, "Just wanted ta make sure ya knew we were cool an' shit."
"Appreciate that."
"N'joy class, call ya when we get there."
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-We did a thing (we totes stole from Pinterest) and thought you guys would enjoy it- Let us know if you disagree! OR-
(Oh god, I hate myself, I'm so corny, but I just couldn't help myself…)
-if it at least makes you roll…
Mal- looks like she could kill you, but is a burnt cinnamon roll
Evie- Looks like a sinnamon roll, but is actually a smart snickerdoodle
Carlos- Looks like a cinnamon roll, and has all the icing
Jay- Looks like he could kill you, but is a undercooked cinnamon roll
Uma- Looks like a sinnamon roll, and is one- The one in charge
Harry- Looks like a sinnamon roll, and is one- But could also actually kill you
Gil- Looks like he could kill you- is the gooiest cinnamon roll
Deez- Looks like a cinnamon roll, a very spicy one, that might accidentally kill you
T- Looks like he could kill you, will actually kill you
Faustina- Looks like she could kill you (in T's clothes), but is a half baked cinnamon roll
Ben- Looks like a cinnamon roll, and is perfectly baked
Doug- Looks like a cinnamon roll, but is actually a smart cookie
Lonnie- Looks like a cinnamon roll, if the icing could kill you
Roy- Looks like he could kill you (if you squint), but is actually an edible
Jane- Looks like a cinnamon roll, and is- a diet one with light icing
And just for shits and giggles...
Dark- Looks like a cinnamon roll, but is a sinnamon roll with a glaze that could kill
Twisted- Looks like she could kill you, is actually a salty cinnamon roll