A/N: This week's prompt was a photo of a small camping van underneath a starry sky. It stirred all kinds of romantic scenarios in my head, and then I sat down to write and this came out. Enjoy!

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"So, who the fuck's bright idea was this, again?"

"Shut up, Paul. You're not any more uncomfortable than we are.

"When I agreed to go on a road trip, I did not consent to being locked in Old Quil's camper, sharing a bunk with Handsy McGrabberson over here."

"Hey," Seth said, his cheeks flushing pink. "I was asleep."

"Whatever, dude. If you like cock, it's no sweat off my back. Just don't go grabbing mine."

"I SAID it was an acci—"

"Shut up, both of you," Jared extended his foot, kicking their thin vinyl mattress. "We're stuck out here 'til the girls come get us tomorrow, so we might as well make the best of it."

Embry lay scrunched against the wall, trying to ignore the fact that his ass was pressed up against Jared's. He sighed. At least it wasn't his front. "Quil, can I see the map again?"

"How many damn times you gonna look at that thing, bro? Think if you stare at it long enough, a gas station will appear?"

"What I don't understand," Jake said, trying to stretch out in the passenger seat, "is how in the hell we ran out of gas in the first place."

"I TOLD you … the gauge was off." Sitting behind the wheel, Quil tried propping his feet on the dashboard, only to have his knees jab into his chest.

"Well, it's not like we couldn't have filled up at one of the 800 gas stations we stopped at today." Jared rolled his eyes. "How many toilets did you clog up between La Push and here, Lahote?"

"Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go. That's the last time Crazy Larry's Taco Casa gets my business."

"Should've tried strapping your asshole to the back," Embry muttered. "That would've propelled us forward."

Jake gazed out the window into the night sky. A million stars twinkled above the dark mountain shadows. It would've been incredibly romantic if he were cuddled up outside in a sleeping bag with Bella. Instead, he was locked in a tiny camper with five overgrown werewolves. "What do you think the girls are up to right now?"

"Well, Kim and Emily went to the spa this weekend." The sarcastic edge to Jared's voice was razor sharp. "So, chances are, they're drinking wine in a hot tub right about now."

Embry thumped his forehead against the wall with a loud thwack.

"I still say we should just go outside, phase, and look for a station." Head raised, Seth looked around for support.

Paul shoved him to the floor. "Yeah, go ahead and do that, with the hunting range over there. Let us know how that goes."

Suddenly, flashing red and blue lights appeared in the darkness.

"Now what?" Jake sighed.

The police car slowed to a stop, its headlights shining through their windshield. A man stepped out of the driver's side. Popping the trunk, he pulled out two large cans.

"Bella said you knuckleheads ran out of gas?"

"Charlie!"

A/N: Tee hee.