roadtrip | A+L
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Lincoln looked over at him and rolled her eyes. “No it’s not science, you can try and convince me but I know you just want a true crime episode on you. The man who threw his best friend over a waterfall. Tonight on 20/20.” She said in a low false news anchor voice. She giggled though looking over at him. She place a few gummy worms in his hand without a second thought. Lincoln didn’t have other friends like this. It was easy being around Al, even if he was much cooler than her she never felt like she had to try or pretend to be anything she wasn’t. “Yeah you like that idea?” She giggled with a broad grin. “Okay I’ll start planning everything.” The pink haired girl nodded her head as she leafed her fingers through her hair. She liked how he smiled, it was boyish and warm, he was always a warm person and it made her so happy to be around him. She quietly listened to his game plan and nodded her head. “Yes, this is a solid plan, I also might want to put on real people clothes when we get to the B&B.” She nodded as she wagged a finger looking down at her pajamas.
A mostly amused, but partially sheepish smile crossed over his face, as if she’d foiled his plans. “Alright, you got me. All I’ve ever wanted is my fifteen minutes of fame on a true crime podcast. Dammit.” He removed one hand from the wheel to snap his fingers in mock disappointment, though his expression was still lit up with amusement. “You’d better. October might seem far away, but it’ll come at you quicker than you think.” For a very brief moment, Al let his gaze linger on her in the passenger seat. The reminder that he was driving snapped his attention back to the road, but the warmth that spread through him stayed put. His heart always got so damn warm when he saw that smile. “What, you don’t think the public will like our outfits?” He glanced down at his own pajamas as well. “Suit yourself. I guess I’ll change too so I don’t humiliate you too badly.” Their exit came up shortly, and their hotel shortly after that. There were a handful of nicer places in the area that really hammed up the tourist experience, but once Al had found this little bed and breakfast online, he knew it was the right choice. No other option seemed more Lincoln. “This was the most rustic place I could find for us. I requested our only bathroom be a rickety old outhouse, to really immerse us in the feel of this place, so keep your fingers crossed for that,” he told her teasingly after he’d parked, popping the trunk so he could go grab their bags.
