He scrambled out of bed seeing that it was 7:40. He was supposed to meet his best friend by 8 to go to L.A, at least that's what he had remembered from waiting months for this day to arrive. He quickly threw on his costume, and after a while of getting himself together with a black abomination of a wig on his head, the door bell rang with a tune that respectively to him got old, fast. He cursed at the door bell before grabbing his suitcase, something he prepared over night so as to not worry about it this morning. Rushing out the door, with his best friend right behind him, they stuffed the suitcase in the van. They then hopped into the car and drove away to fulfill a very special quest.
"Damn motherfucker didn't I say you didn't need to get your costume goin' yet?" the best friend asked, "It's a long drive before we get to Los Angeles." the over sleeper gave him a pissed off look.
"Well who the fuck cares Gamz, it's going to get dirty anyways so why not wear this shit on the way there anyways?"
"Well I was just sayin' Kameron. Don't get so uptight about it" Gamz replied to his friends' statement. "It's cool anyways, I liked the cosplay you picked out. Homestuck, now THAT'S some motherfuckin' classy cosplay" Gamz smiled.
"I think Tav will like it too, he really LOVES Homestuck!" Gamz took a while to think about it, and Kam rolled his eyes.
"Oh, that fucker probably will" Kam said in a plain tone. Tav this, Tav that! It was always about him, Gamz's pen pal Tadeo, who lives down in southern California and so he is joining them into going to this convention. It was everyone's' first convention, so it seemed like it was going to be fun for everyone. But Kam knew that Gamz was just going to spend most of his attention on Tadeo and Kam was to go do whatever shit he wanted alone. Whatever, he was fifteen years old, no one would fuck with him there.
The van was quiet for a little while, it sounded nice, except for the sound of the van's roar in the background, that was pretty fucking annoying to Kameron, indefinitely. He had to come up with some way to begin a conversation, but he couldn't think of what to say. He looked over at the van driver, it was Gamz's mom. He then half ass'd remembered that Gamz's father had left Gamz and his mom quite a few years ago, when the two boys were little. Ever since his mother has had to keep up all the bills and expenses of living, and thus has had almost no time for Gamz. How she ended up getting a week off for this event was anyone's guess.
Not like Kameron had the best parents though. His mother doted over him any time she could, but his father treated Kam like dirt, and Kameron knew that even if his father had time, he wouldn't do anything with his son. This led Kameron to believe that's just the way dads are, and so there's no need to point out that there's nothing not normal about it.
Another thing is that his parents divorced when he was only two. There was no trauma from Kam since he didn't remember it, but he sometimes thinks of what it might have been like if they were still together. Would they be yelling at each other constantly? Fighting? It was interesting to think about, but it never got him down. To him his mother and father wasn't such a great match, so he decided it was best that they divorced anyways.
"Sup motherfucker" Gamz said, breaking Kameron of his thoughts about parents.
"Nothing, just zoning out and shit like that, it's going to be a pretty good fucking weekend..." Kam said and Gamz nodded.
"I'm lookin' forward to it! Though it's such a long drive getting there, I wish it could be shorter, even a fuckin' plane ride would have been cool!" but Gamz knew that no one in the van could afford it.
"Whatever, I think riding in a fucking van is pretty nice, you get to see everything go by and even if it's a pretty fucking shitty van, it's a nice view getting there" Kameron stated.
"Whatever, I just can't wait! Tav said he'd even come visit us at the hotel today when we got there!"
"How did you even get that hotel anyways? It looked from the pictures like a really fucking expensive place."
"Oh, well we looked on some sites and now we're getting whichever rooms they have unavailable so it's at a low motherfucking cost."
"Oh so basically we're going to get the room that smells like sex and has blood all over the walls."
"No! It just means we're going to have a room on some unwanted level of the hotel. Maybe there will be ghosts there too" Gamz smirked, and Kameron glared over at him.
"Oh hell no! I'm not going to be in a room infested with fucking ghosts!" he raised his voice. Gamz knew that Kameron was very much afraid of ghosts, and said that he even is able to see them.
"Oh well, there's no choice, it's whatever room we motherfucking get" he smirked. It was fun messing with his best friend sometimes, it was like his method to get Kameron to stop being so offended by things. A method to get Kameron to stop swearing all the time was his next thing.
Kameron stared out the window then, a bit angry. For the next eight hours they would talk off and on, Kameron would stare out the window while Gamz would be texting on his phone. Who it was, Kameron had no idea. He just wanted the ride to be over, it was sucking more and more every minute they weren't in Los Angeles.
Kameron was eagerly waiting for something else to happen during their time down in southern California, but it was something he didn't even tell Gamz about, though he wondered if he even remembered what was to happen on the second.