A half hour later, Ryan was packing my duffel bag and sleeping bag onto the bed of his truck. Two coolers, another duffel bag, a mini grill, a clear bag with tons of food inside of it, and four tents were also packed. I saw a few sleeping bags wedged between the coolers and the side of the truck, too.

"Patrick's driving everyone else," Ryan told me. "He has a Suburban." I nodded. "I'm taking all the tents and food and other shit."

"So you're sure we have everything?" I was nervous.

"Yeah. We have a ton of flashlights and food." He looked down at me and grabbed my chin. "Don't worry, everything's set." He gave me a peck on the lips.

I gulped. "Alright. I'm going to go say goodbye to my parents."

I ran inside and found my parents in the kitchen.

"We're leaving now."

My mom walked over to me. "Alright. I love you, call me if you need anything, okay? Have fun and be safe." She also mumbled "and smart" under her breath, probably thinking I wouldn't hear her.

I brushed it off. "Bye, Daddy."

"Bye, Care. Have a good time."

"I will. Love you." I gave each of them a kiss on the cheek and went back outside. Ryan had grabbed my bag and pillow and set it on my seat.

"Let's go, Care. We're going to be late."

"Okay, I'm coming," I answered, walking quicker. I jumped in the car and buckled my seat belt.

Ryan looked at me. "You ready?"

I smiled nervously. "Yeah." Ryan grabbed my hand and drove off.

After we met up with Patrick, Kiara, Logan, Landon, Payton, and Tasha, we started driving north. Patrick was leading us, as he had already been to the campsite and we hadn't. Tasha had immediately been attracted to Logan, and had no problem driving with him. Payton had also gotten comfortable with Landon, who she had met once or twice before.

Two hours into the trip, I suddenly had to pee really badly.

"Ryan, I have to pee."

He laughed. "Can you hold it for another hour or so?" He looked at me.

My eyes widened. "No, I seriously am about to pee my pants."

He laughed again. "Ah. Alright. Take my phone out of my pocket and call Patrick. He might not want to exit."

I reached into his pocket for his BlackJack, but I couldn't find it. "It's not in there."

"Check the other one," he told me.

I leaned over and tried to reach his other pocket. My fingers searched for his phone, and finally my hand closed around its smooth surface. "Found it," I said. Just as I pulled the phone out of Ryan's pocket, we drove over a bump and I dropped it. "Shit."

"What?"

"I dropped it."

Ryan glanced at his feet and spotted the phone. "It's next to my left foot." Just as I was bending down to reach for Ryan's phone, we drove next to Patrick's truck. The side of my face was sitting in Ryan's lap, and Ryan kept looking down at me. "Have you found it yet?" He asked me.

"I can't reach it!"

I was still stretching for Ryan's phone when I heard Patrick honk his horn. It didn't take me long to realize he was honking at us. They thought I was sucking on Ryan. I finally reached the phone and I immediately called Patrick.

"Hey Patrick, it's Caroline."

"Hey, Caroline. You two having fun over there?"

I looked over at his car and everyone was laughing. "Funny. I dropped Ryan's phone and I couldn't reach it! I was not giving him head."

He laughed again. "Sure you weren't. What's up?"

"I really have to pee. Can we stop?"

He thought for a minute. "Can you wait five minutes? Our exit's coming up."

I was relieved. "Yes, thank you."

"Bye, Caroline. You two be good now."

"Shut up." I hung up the phone. "He said our exit's coming up in like five minutes."

Ryan looked at me. "You can hold it for that long, right?"

I shot him a look. "No, actually I think I'm just going to let it all out all over your seat and my stuff."

"Well, then, you get to clean it up."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know."

Ryan slowed down a bit and let Patrick get in front of him. Our exit came up quickly and we got off the highway. Patrick and Ryan pulled into the nearest gas station and I sprinted out of the car before Ryan fully braked. I went inside and peed for two minutes straight. When I got out of the bathroom, Ryan was looking through snack foods.

"Are you hungry or thirsty or anything?" he asked me, still looking at the food.

"I could use a water or something…" I smiled and batted my eyelashes at him.

"Go ahead, get what you want. I'll get it for you. But you'll owe me." He smiled and looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Thanks," I said as I got up on my toes and kissed his cheek. I walked over to the refrigerators and picked out a Calypso strawberry lemonade. Ryan was waiting for me at the register and I handed him my drink.

"This is all you want?" he asked me, eyeing the juice.

"Yep," I said, smiling.

"Alright…" Ryan said, not completely believing me. He bought himself a bag of chips and a Monster. He gave the cashier the money, received his change, and grabbed my hand.

We got to the car and Patrick shouted out his window. "You guys ready to leave?"

"Yeah," Ryan yelled back. And we were off. Ryan opened his Monster and took a sip.

"You really don't need any more energy drinks, Ry," I told him, staring at his drink.

"But I'm sleepy," he said as he looked at me.

I couldn't help but laugh. He looked like a little kid. "Then you shouldn't have had four RedBulls this morning."

He didn't respond, he just grabbed my hand.

"Is it okay if I fall asleep?" My eyelids were getting heavy.

"Sure," he said, smiling at me.

I laid my pillow down in the middle seat and scrunched up into a ball. Ryan put his hand on my head and started playing with my hair. I fell asleep in no time.