Ronan lied shirtless on the sole couch of Monmouth Manufacturing, with Chainsaw shuffling on the arm by his feet. His eyes were closed but he was clearly not sleeping. He had been afraid to sleep now that Cabeswater was gone. His phone was lying on the floor, buzzing. He opened his eyes slowly, hoping it was Adam. He was the sole occupant of Ronan's thoughts and he felt strange when Adam wasn't around. In fact, he hadn't returned to the Barns since they had kissed. He had kissed Adam, felt his soft grain colored hair, seen his smallest freckles sprinkled across his nose. Ronan reached over, grabbing his cheap phone, reading the text ID: Loser Parrish, asking him how he was doing. Well, he was facing incredible boredom and persistent longing without Adam, but instead he sent: "I'm fine, but Chainsaw's burned the place down. Don't tell Gansey." Ronan dropped his phone back on the ground, returning to his sleepless nap.
Adam was sleeping in the back of the Pig; it's loud engine had somehow lulled him to sleep. Blue leaned against Gansey's arm, relishing in the security of his Ganseyness of him. His lame pink polo shirt, his boot cut jeans, his minty leathery smell, his smooth hands, only callused from writing. His eyes were on the road, his right hand in Blue's.
"Gansey." Blue's small voice was enveloped by the sweet silence.
"Blue?"
She wasn't sure what she even meant to say. She just liked the feel of his name on her tongue, and it wasn't followed with bitterness or a scoff and the words, "Aglionby boys...boat shoes and sexism." It was simply Gansey, and a symphony of pleasant feelings.
"Blue?" He repeated. He glanced down at her small, softly crunched figure. Her shoes were off, and he could catch a glimpse of her bright orange polish on her toes.
"Nothing." She tightened her grip on his hand, and everything was awfully nice. Adam shuffled around in the back, waking up.
"Are we really going to Kansas?" he mumbled.
"We could just drive around forever," suggested Blue.
Gansey sighed, "Henry would hate it if we left him."
"Correction, Dick-Henry would hate it if you left him."
Adam chuckled, reaching for his phone that had fallen on the floor, seeing there was a text from Ronan. His heart fluttered. It read, "I'm fine, but Chainsaw's burned the place down. Don't tell Gansey."
"Hey, Gansey, Ronan says Chainsaw burned down Monmouth Manufacturing."
"Tell him that Chainsaw would have to do an awful lot of dream building to fix a burned down building. And that I think he is being an absolute…" he trailed off, not sure quite what to call him.
"An unnecessary ass?" Blue suggested.
"Yes, that's it."