15En Route To Love
Chaz wants to get away, Liam wants to have some fun, and Tristan wants to drive. I followed them to Florida because I'm an idiot. But here's the best part: Zayden, the boy that almost killed me in first grade, is coming with us. Uh-oh...
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May 2, 2005
Have you ever woken up knowing that "period" is no longer just another word at the end of the sentence? Yeah, well, not to get into any graphic details, today was one of these days.
Need less to say nothing was going to get me out of bed. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except maybe some painkillers. Ooh, painkillers, those are good. I could use some of those. Yep.
"Sophia! Phone! Sophia! Phone! S-O-P-H-I-A!"
I rolled my eyes, you would think someone would get the point by now... But he was still screaming. I waited for the door to fly open by watching some Saturday morning cartoons.
It took about five minutes until my red-haired little brother poked his head inside. He eyed me, looked at the TV, threw the phone at my direction, and then ran off with a sinister laugh resonating throughout the house.
Being so early in the morning and my perpetual inability to be fully awake without the assistance of three cups of coffee, I didn't catch the phone. Instead it smashed against my head.
Note to self: add Peter to the top of my To Kill list.
I should have seen it coming, but I never thought Peter had that much evil inside of him. Gee, was I ever wrong about that runt!
Lucky for him, though, he shall die another day.
For today, I am not getting out of this bed. Nah, uh.
"HELLO?!" The voice on the other end of the phone yelled jolting me back to reality.
I sighed. It was Tristan. Ugh.
"Hello?" I grumbled lazily.
Knowing Tristan he was going to tell me something stupid. For the past eighteen years of my existence, Tristan has always had something stupid to tell me on Saturdays. It's one of our weirder traditions, but as of recently it's been either of his blind date or drunken relation of yesterday night.
"Sophia! I've got an emergency!" He exclaimed.
Well, that's a way to get someone like me out of bed without a second thought. Surprise, surprise.
"What did you do Tristan!" I responded yelling back. I scrambled for a sweater, lucky for me I'm a neat freak so that wasn't hard. But the whole putting my arms and head through the hole's thing, well, that's another story.
"Well, you see, um, I, uh, kinda, uh, well-"
"Tristan!" I shouted still trying to get my arms in the holes. I smiled with satisfaction when I finally got it on. Stupid sweater! I win!
"Can you sit first?"
"Tristan, just tell me," I growled as I jogged down the stairs. I gave Peter the finger before I went to get my trusty Converse from the garage. Peter responding by laughing hard. I ignored him though.
"You aren't sitting are you?"
"Tristan!"
"Okay, just keep in mind that when I tell you: A. cannot get mad and B. you'll get here as soon as possible."
Yeah, like that makes me feel good about what he is about to say.
I struggled with the laces of the shoes before finally giving up and running to the door with them untied. "Never mind, I'm just going to your house. Don't touch anything!"
"You are! Wa-"
I rolled my eyes, and hung up the phone before he could scare me any longer.
Only one thing was racing through my mind, he either hurt himself or he broke something.
I ran down the block to the yellow house on the corner. Yes, it's yellow. And yes, Tristan's parents are insane. They'd have to be, they did raise ten children. At least, I would be crazy if I had to live with Tristan 24/7. I love Tristan like a brother, but that guy is a menace to society.
I saw Tristan's oldest brothers, Travis and Trey, standing on the front porch drinking beer. They smiled up at me so being the courteous girl that I am I said my hello's before running into the house. Behind me I heard laughing. Drunkards, I swear, they must die as well...
"What happened?" I said through heavy breathing.
And then I noticed the jar of peanut butter in his right hand. He forced a smile. "Well, you see, this is why I told you to sit down."
"Tristan," I said inching towards him, "This had better be good because you got me out of bed!"
He ran his hand through hair and sighed. "Well... I was going to tell you that my emergency was... I ran out of peanut butter."
My jaw dropped. "Your emergency is that you ran out of peanut butter!"
He nodded like a child caught in doing something really stupid.
"Oh. My. God!" I ran at him to hurt him, but the guy is a wrestler, I was out of commission before I could get a fist anywhere near him.
"See, this is why I told you to sit down.."
I squirmed in his grip. He smelled like he just took a bath, and unfortunately for me the scent of newly sprayed cologne always sends me into a fit of sneezes.
"Achoo!"
"Bless you!"
"A-achoo!"
"Bless you!"
"Shut- Achoo! - Up!"
Tristan frowned, "Well, I SO hope that God does bless you!"
I turned around and continued sneezing, "Sorry," I sputtered between sneezes.
"Um, Sophia."
I turned around and faced him. He was flushing to a red color. Tristan has dark skin, so for that to happen is really quite a surprise.
"What?"
"Um, uh, well," he started stammering again. God, did I ever hate it when he did that. It was so annoying.
"Get on with it Tristan," I said pointedly.
Tristan continued to flush. "Well, there's a-"
"Hey, Tristan, I found some peanut butter!"
I looked up and smirked when I saw Liam entering the kitchen, "Hey ass monkey."
"Hey, happy face," Liam said in response with a grin. "I told Tristan not to wake you up, but he was freaking out. I guess he did it while I was in the garage."
"I was not freaking out! I just happen to be obsessed over peanut butter, now give that to me!" Tristan exclaimed.
Liam raised it up over his head, which made me smirk. It was actually fun to see him use the height advantage against someone other than me. Quite, amusing indeed.
"I'll hit you if you don't give that to me! I swear I will! "
"Do it."
"I'll do it!"
"Do it!"
"I don't care about fucking up your face!"
"DO IT!"
I rolled my eyes. They were acting so childish...
"Hey, Sophia," someone said behind me.
I turned around and found Chaz. "Hey, how was the party last night?"
"What party last night? There was no party last night."
I snorted. "Of course there wasn't what about the party this morning?"
Chaz smirked. "Well, I have no clue about that party miss. I was drunk through most of it."
"Charles William Skylark III, what did I say about drinking?" I jested in a motherly tone.
"Sorry milady," he leaned on me. "I just wanted to have a good time."
"Having a good time yet?"
He groaned loudly, his head leaning against my shoulder. "Shaddup."
I grinned. "Tristan finally found some peanut butter."
Chaz groaned louder than before, "Yeah, I woke up in the garage when Liam found it. He dropped a couple of cans."
I looked up at Liam who looked at Chaz and me long enough for Tristan to finally get the peanut butter jar. "Fuck!" Liam exclaimed when Tristan skipped away with the jar.
Liam sighed. "Eh, it was fun while it lasted."
"Did you get drunk Liam?"
Liam shook his head, "the beer was gone before I got here. Chaz drank it all."
Chaz nodded furiously. "It's my 18th birthday. I have every right to drink all the beer!"
"God, ya inherited so much God damned money, it's called sharing ya know!" Liam countered with a pointed finger.
Chaz responding by sticking his tongue at Liam. For eighteen-year-olds, these guys are purely overgrown children.
"That reminds me, speaking of my inheritance, let's have a road trip to Florida, all expenses paid by me."
We all stared at Chaz.
"Are you being serious? Or are you still drunk?"
Chaz shook his head, "I am serious! This is our last summer before college, none of us have jobs, I have the money, Tristan has the car... Well, it's just a plan. I don't see any of you coming up with something."
I put a hand to Chaz's head. Well, he didn't have a fever...
"What's in Florida?" Tristan asked.
"Old people?" Liam joked, which received a glare from Chaz.
"My grandparent's live there, and I wanted to visit them..." Chaz grumbled, which got a hearty laugh out of Liam and Tristan. "Anyways it's not where we go, it's just that we go. I really want to get out of here for the next three weeks."
"Woah! Three weeks?" Tristan interjected.
"Yeah, I figure we can take three weeks on the road there and take a plane back. I just really want to get out of here. C'mon you guys!"
"Why not somewhere like Hawaii or Europe?" Liam asked, "There's plenty of babes there."
Chaz frowned at the statement. "Because the only girl I can stand to be around right now is Sophia. And I don't plan on spending my vacation in someplace where couples go with three other guys. That's kinda gay if you ask me..."
I chuckled at the comment.
"Why three weeks though?"
Chaz smirked. "I don't want to be in town when my dad remarries that gold digger, but I want to be in town when the house is empty."
Well, there you have it, one road trip to Florida. Details yet to be figured out, but it's all good.
"Wait, what do you mean three other guys?"
"My friend want's to go with us."
"Oh."
I walked towards the fridge to get something to drink as they started planning.
Like little boys caught up in a new invention they were spitting out ideas crazily. Liam suggested places to stop, Las Vegas being on the top. Tristan suggest the food to bring, essentially it was peanut butter, jam, and bread for PB&J sandwiches. Chaz suggested all the stuff to bring.
Suddenly the voices stopped. I turned around and looked at them.
They were all quiet.
"What? Did you figure out something is wrong with your plan?" I asked in confusion as to why their cheeks were all a shade of red.
"N-no," Chaz mumbled.
"What is it then?"
They all looked at one another before Liam finally spoke up. "You've got a stain on your pajamas."
If there was a shade of red darker than my face, then I'll be damned.
Note to self: first on my To Kill list shall not be Peter. He has been replaced by mother nature.
Thank you mother nature.
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...To be continued...
...Maybe...
OMG. That was so much fun to write. Hahahaha. Sorry, the idea has just been floating around in my head for so long, I had to write it. Depending on reviews, if I continue or not. Eh, no pressure ;) -HoT LiKE WaSabi