âI always knew you were lying whenever you said you were a good fucking driver,â Richie complained. This hadnât been the first time in the past three hours that they were driving that Rich had insulted Mikeâs driving.
Hell, they werenât even a third of the way there, and Mike wasnât so sure if he could take sixteen more hours with these hooligans. It was bad enough that they were all crammed into a minivan- including blankets, pillows, computers, game consoles (courtesy of Richie) and then all of their luggage.
âYou know what, Richie,â Mike said, turning to his friend n the passenger seat, âmaybe you should start your shift early.â
âI think the fuck not,â Richie shot back, tossing his lanky legs over the passenger seat. It was amazing that they hadnât gotten pulled over yet. The boy yawned, rubbing his eyes, knocking his brown chunky glasses off in the process.
âHow about we play a game?â Beverly suggested from the second row, leaning forward, resting her arms on the center console.
âHow about one that I can drive and play?â Mike suggested, his eyes glued to the road. Despite all of Richieâs comments, Mike was actually a very safe driver and was probably the best out of the whole Loserâs club.
âHow about twenty questions?â The redhead suggested.
âKinky,â Richie said, giving the two a sly smile. Bev rolled her eyes, smacking Richieâs shins. Which, accidentally woke up Bill, who has been passed out for almost the whole three hours.
âW-w-whoâs alarm clock i-is going off?â He asked groggily, peeking out of the window behind their makeshift blanket curtain. âF-f-f-fuck, itâs still light outside.â
âHey Bill, you wanna join in our game of Kinky twenty questions?â Richie asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Bill.
âNevermind, I donât think I want to play anymore.â
HOUR SEVEN.
It was now approaching ten-oâclock, and everyone was still very much awake.
And playing Richieâs kinky twenty questions.
âThe next one goes to Bev,â Richie said, burping. If he could have gotten high off of mountain dews, this was the optimality of it here. He has just finished his sixth Mountain Dew in two hours. Â âHave you ever worn a lingerie?â
âNo comment,â The girl said, taking another swig of her grape Fanta.
âBill, how much longer do we have?â Eddie asked from the very back. Ben jumped slightly, forgetting that the three dark figures in the back were Mike, Eddie, and Stan. who, up until this moment, was fast asleep.
âA while, Eds. A while,â Bill said, sighing, and turning his attention to the open highway. Sure, there were a few cars here and there but no one was actually riding his tail like they had been whenever Mike was driving.
Richie hadnât given up his front seat yet and refused to use the bathroom just to ensure that he got it at the last gas station visit.
âHey, Bill, could you pull off so I can take a piss?â He asked, tossing down another empty bottle.
âR-R-R-Rich, we were at a rest stop like, forty-f-five minutes ago. You can h-hold it until Stan d-d-drives, canât you?â He asked his friend, turning to see Richieâs face- well, the part that was illuminated by the highway lights. It was twisted in what looked like to be a painful contortion. And then, the light flickered back to his face, and suddenly, that face was gone.
âR-R-R-Richie, where t-t-t-the hell did y-you piss?â Bill asked, breathing in and out through his nose heavily. Richie was on everyoneâs last nerves, and if he did what Bill thought he did, he was driving next.
HOUR TWELVE
This was probably the worst hour shift for Richie to have ever been stuck with- ever. Everyone was passed out and has been after they all piled back into the car after a quick snack and bathroom break at this diner.
2 a.m. was a difficult time to make the highway interesting. The entire road had looked the same for the past six hours, so how was he supposed to keep himself occupied. He had no one to talk to, which always was something that passed the time for him, and the music was extremely quiet.
Almost as if he could justâŠ.
SKIIIID
Instantaneously, the idea of him falling asleep was out of the picture. His heart rate was definitely up now- but ironically, none of his friends had even moved. Richie scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
â100 bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred bottles of beerâŠâ
HOUR FIFTEEN
Bev was absolutely beat, and it didnât help that Richie woke her up this morning with a slew of curse words and tossed her in the driverâs seat. She tiredly rubbed her eyes, adjusting the seat from Richie, who absolutely towered over her. Luckily, Ben had traded for her passenger spot, and he was awake, which meant that she wouldnât be alone. Everyone else on the other hand, though, was still fast asleep.
âOnly five more hours, Ben, until weâre at the beach paradise of our dreams,â Bevâs aid, fantasizing shortly about what their vacation resort may look like. This had been a dream of theirs since freshman year, and it had actually come true. They saved up the money and put it all together to pay for a three-night stay at a four-star beach resort.
âI hope that itâs what we paid for,â Ben said, laughing a little. Bev nodded her head to that, feeling herself being ripped away from her dream beach vacation once again.
âI think it will be, we paid good money for it,â Bev countered, tucking a piece of her now long, red hair behind her ear.
Just then, the radio started to play the first upbeat song of the morning.
âAww yeah! I love this song!â Ben said, turning up the radio slightly. Bev caught a glimpse of the song and laughed slightly.
âPlease Donât Go Girl by New Kids on The Block?â Bev asked, smiling to the boy.
âYeah, itâs a good song,â Ben responded, bobbing his head up and down to the song, mouthing the lyrics. Bev smiled, shaking her head. Ben was a character, and it felt as if every day there was some sort of small detail that she learned about him. Maybe Richieâs kinky version of twenty questions boosted some of that forward, but it was still nice to know new things about people that made them somehow even more fascinating and interesting.
HOUR TWENTY
âIâm just saying, itâs definitely on the left. You have to take a left, Ben,â Stan said, holding out the map again. Around hour seventeen, Richie split one of his Mountain Dews onto the GPS while horseplaying with Eddie, which killed its battery, and they didnât have any place to get a new one, so they were stuck between their phone GPS and Stanâs wonderful map reading skills (which werenât all that great).
âStan, if it was left, there would be a place to turn left,â Ben responded, tapping his foot anxiously on the ground. Everyone was trying to tell him where to go, and it was getting really loud really quickly, which was something that Ben was not good at driving in.
They now had made it into the small little beach town that they were supposed to be at, which was a plus considering that Ben had some sort of gut-feeling that it wouldnât even exist.
Stan unfolded his map again, after creasing the binding again- something that played into his OCD. âWell, thereâs a left right there.â The curly-haired boy pointed to a left turn in a town that was two hours over.
âStan, weâve already passed that town, dumbass,â Eddie said, snatching the map from him and maneuvering it to where he could see the roads that they needed. âThatâs where weâre supposed to be.â Eddie pointed something out to Ben, who couldnât turn his head far enough to see it.
Looks like he was going to have to make it there on his own.
HOUR TWENTY (AND TWENTY-TWO MINUTES)
Somehow, by some grace of God, they had finally made it into the resort parking lot.
âThis is exactly what I wanted, and more,â Bev gooed, looking all around at the resort and beach surrounding them. She wasnât lying, it was a gorgeous area. All of them were awestruck, coming from the small town of Derry it was hard to wrap your mind around something as honey as this was.
âRace ya to the beach and back!â Richie yelled, hopping out of the minivan, slamming the door, and running to the beach ahead of them.
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