Billy sang along to the song playing in his car.

"I wanna start from the top, maybe like a do-over,

replace the voices in my head with blind innocence

I want a complete re-do, maybe change my name

Report the loses, grab the claim, it's a shame it's such a shame

We're pissing away our time cause we're pissing away these beers

No monumental moment ever came from saying 'Come on dude, just take one more shot'"

"What's this song called?" Spencer asked curiously.

"Re-do, by Modern Baseball. I kiiinda live by it," Billy replied nonchalantly.

Spencer nodded slowly, and focused as much of his attention as he could on the song.

"Maybe I could just move away or go extinct like triceratops

But I love loving: watching movies, sitting back and also breathing

My family and friends would be crushed, but is it enough, no, it's not enough

Oh the future freaks me out but I guess I could just curl up in a ball and think..."

Spencer could relate.

Billy ended up playing the album several times during the ride, until after what felt like hours and

"Stop!" Billy screamed.

Spencer slammed on the breaks, and they came to a halt; they were literally in the middle of nowhere.

Spencer's heart was beating fast: did I almost hit something? Did he forget something? What's wrong.

"Look," Billy said a little above a whisper.

Spencer followed the boy's finger to outside the window. He was pointing to…

"An empty field?" Spencer asked.

Billy shook his head silently, leaving his finger in the air.

"I don't see anything," Spencer stated, confused. He saw a bird, but there wasn't anything special about it. There was some trash on the ground, a few weeds in the grass, and then he noticed; it was the sunset.

Spencer gave a sigh of relief, and smiled. He'didn't thought Billy had forgotten something, or something. The sky was beautiful, if only-

"Where're you going?" Spencer asked as Billy got out of the car. The boy didn't answer and continued to walk through the empty field, until he found a spot and fell backwards.

Wha?

Spencer quickly got out of the car and walked over to where Billy laid in the grass, and sat down a few feet away from him.

The sunset was wonderful, you could see so much more than you could in the city. You could see the horizon and all the colours. The sky looked like a rainbow; at the top it was a bit red, then it drained to orange, and a little bit of green, only to end in shades of blue and purple.

"Hey, Spencer?" Billy called out.

"You know, I've been thinking, you've got that camera right?" he continued without waiting for a response.

"I was thinking maybe we should start recording our journey, or something, you know? So we can remember it."

Spencer turned his attention to the boy in the grass.

"Its just, you don't really get to do this type of thing everyday, so it'd be nice to have memories that aren't in your head," he finished, turning to Spencer.

Their eyes met, Billy thought the sunset made Spencer's eyes looking exceptionally wonderful. Just him with the sky in the background.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture.

Spencer's face turned red. "W-What are you doing?" he stuttered nervously.

"Keeping memories."

Soon after the beautiful sunset the sky became dark, and Billy and Spencer had to find a place to stay for the night. They were left with one of two choices; they either sleep in Billy's truck, Viper, or they could find a hotel or something and get the least expensive room possible. Of course Billy didn't mind the former, but would Spencer mind? What if he didn't want to sleep in the front of a stupid van? What if he'd decide to just go back home? Then what would Billy do? He needed Spencer's help, he needed Spencer to stay until he found a place to stay.

Spencer yawned. "Don't you think it's getting a bit late?" he pointed out softly. Though it sounded more like a suggestion.

Billy took a look at the clock and it read 8:25, then he took a look at the road in front of him: it was dark. There was only darkness for miles; darkness and trees, and probably creepy red eyes, and monsters. Billy had forgotten how afraid of the dark he was until now- there was no way he was going to sleep in this truck, out here in this darkness, there was literally no way he'd be able to sleep.

"I think we're lost," Spencer then added. They were infact probably lost, and their best bet was to stay where they were and wait til morning, Spencer knew that, but did Billy? What if Billy blamed this on Spencer? Was it his fault?

They had no gps, and no phone signal, and even if they did, they still had no destination in mind, so what good would that do?

Spencer stopped the car, and Billy gave him a look.

"We're almost out of gas, if we keep going now we could get even more lost and run out of gas, if we stop here, then maybe the morning will be better," Spencer explained, later adding an "I think," so he wouldn't sound too demanding.

Billy hesitated, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he instead stayed quiet.

Spencer gave him a worried look, but turned the car off and they sat together in silence.

"You dont have to sleep up here if you don't want to, there's room in the back, or you can use the backseat," Billy announced after a few minutes.

"Oh, what about you?" Spencer asked.

"Me? Pfft, The Cobra is fine," Billy answered, trying to sound sure of himself, but failing miserably, he then grabbed his guitar from the backseat, let his own seat back, and closed his eyes, playing something Spencer couldn't recognise.

Spencer sighed. He unlocked the door and hopped in the back. He found his bag of things, and pulled out a blanket. Even though they were in California and it was warm in the car, he still wanted to have it, he could totally sleep without it. Spencer, then took his camera from his pocket, and looked through all the many pictures Billy had taken. So many pictures in so little time.

There were pictures of trees, and the sky, you could see the stars, and Billy had taken pictures of other drivers, and some of himself, and some of Spencer too. He quietly laughed, the pictures Billy had taken of him were so bad, but he decided to leave them, because Billy obviously took them for a reason, right? And whatever that reason was, Spencer wanted to respect it.

He then thought about why Billy had asked him to do this, he'd said that he needed Spencer. Was that really true? Couldn't he have just asked any of his other friends? Spencer wanted to ask, but-

"Billy," he called out. He heard a "hmm," and then he slapped his hand over his mouth, what was he doing?

Maybe if I just stay quiet he'll forget about it.

"You call me, Spencer?" Billy asked, popping his head over the seat, pressing the light on.

"Oh," Spencer mumbled, looking down, his face was probably red again.

"Can't sleep?" Billy asked.

"Oh, no. I was just gonna ask you a question, but it's alright," Spencer explained.

"Oh."

Billy settled his head against the window, and began playing his guitar again, this time he was singing quietly too.

The diamonds in your eyes, they keep my sunglasses on.

We take the love we feel we earn, and leave the rest to burn.

You don't need me, but we'll make believe like you do. Well you don't.

I'll be sour, you'll be sweet; it's nothing new.

What are you still doing here?

I know the space is hard enough,

without me making more.

You don't need me, but we'll make believe like you do. Well you don't.

I'll be sour, you be sweet; it's nothing new. What are you still doing here?

He then stopped singing and started playing what Spencer thought was the most beautiful guitar solo he'd ever heard; albeit he hadn't heard many, but this was his favourite.

"The song was nice," Spencer blurted, facepalming himself, this time literally. He didn't know what to say. Any of his words would have sounded like useless chatter compared to Billy's singing.

"I always like to play my guitar when I can't sleep," Billy admitted.

"You can't sleep?" Spencer asked, sitting up from his spot.

"What!" Billy questioned loudly. As he sat up he bumped his head on the roof, disrupting the silence.

"I'm fine," he started, rubbing his head. "I could sleep like a baby right now. I just thought you couldn't sleep, so I played you something."

Spencer raised an eyebrow at the boy above him.

"I'm not afraid of the dark," Billy huffed, disappearing behind the seat.

Spencer smirked, and pressed the light off. The car became completely dark, and Billy screamed.

Spencer heard a thud; Billy had hit his head again. He quickly pressed the light on, and asked if the boy way okay, and then they sat in silence

"Billy?" Spencer called out again, this time a bit more confident.

"Yea?"

"Why'd you ask me to come with you?" Spencer asked hesitantly.

Billy didn't answer. He didn't know why he wanted Spencer to come with him. They'd only met once, and for all he knew, this guy could be a crazed lunatic just waiting for him to fall asleep to make his move, but he'd still asked Spencer to do it. Maybe it was because he had no one else to ask. Or maybe it was so he wouldn't be in the dark alone when he got into situations like this one they were in now. In retrospect Spencer's question was pretty stupid. Why would anyone go on a trip to unknown places alone? It's the fear of the unknown, and being with other people always made fear a little less tragic. And Spencer seemed like one of those people that would make it a lot less tragic.

"Why'd you decide to come with me?" Billy decided ask in response.

The brunette thought a moment. At the time, earlier this morning, he hadn't been thinking straight, he'd just said yes, but there were so many other things to think about. Where would they stay? What would they do about money? Why did this guy want him? He could've been a rapist, or murder. Maybe he'd murdered someone and was on the run. Spencer looked up at the boy, and let out a laugh.

There's no way this guy's a murder.

"What?" Billy pouted.

Spencer shook his head, and sighed. "How often in your life does a guy come up to you and ask you to help him run away?" he started.

"How often in your life are you given the chance to do something you've always wanted to do without having to think of any consequences?"

"It's just, I've always wanted to go on an adventure, to do something out of the ordinary. Do something that only happens in books. I wanted to live in fiction, and you don't chances in life to do that. So when the opportunity presented itself, of course I had to take it. Or I would've regretted it for the rest of my life," Spencer explained.

"And what if I was planning on killing you?" Billy asked, clumsily climbing over the seat to the back where Spencer was. He looked like a giant little kid, and Spencer laughed.

"Then, at least I'd be able to say I did this. That I didn't spend my last few hours doing something I hated."

Billy sighed, spending your last minutes doing something you hated sounded terrible. But most people's lives were terrible, especially young people. All they could do was go to school, they couldn't live. And then some people die so young, before they even get the chance to realise that they can do something greater. Spencer was right, Billy would rather die here in the back of his truck right now, than go back to that motel room. He'd rather die doing something he'd always dreamed of doing, than die doing something he loathed.

Yes, Billy would be graduating in a few months, but then what? He'd be forced to get some stupid job, or go to college if his mom even cared enough for that, when all he really wanted to do was live. It'd be him, his guitar, and Viper travelling the world together - or as much of it as he could- and now he was one step closer to that dream.

Spencer yawned again, and Billy sighed. It was almost 9:00, pretty early for bed, but when you've been driving for hours like Spencer has, it must get pretty exhausting. But Billy wanted Spencer to stay up with him, there'd be no way he would get any sleep if he had to do it alone. He knew they couldn't keep the light on all night, and a phone would surely die if you kept the flashlight on for hours. He needed Spencer to distract him until he felt sleepy enough to do it alone.

But what would they talk about? Spencer was this nervous kid, he definitely wouldn't be in the mood to share his life story with some random guy, who may or may not be out to kill him. So it was settled: Spencer would go to sleep and leave Billy alone to fend for himself in the night. Except Spencer never laid down either. It seemed as if he was afraid too, but neither boy wanted to admit it, so then what?

They sat in awkward silence with their backs against the back of the seats, waited.

What felt like hours passed before either of them finally spoke.

"C- can you play another song?" Spencer asked, uneasily.

Billy whispered "Okay," pressed the light off, and quietly began to strum on his guitar.

×× thanks a bunch to anyone who reads this. & if anyone was wonndering, the song Billy supposedly sings is Love to Burn, by Seahaven.