'I know exactly where i’m going; getting closer, closer every day' please!
written while high as a kite
They had been in the car for two days and sixteen hours. Damian’s hips were hurting from the cramp sedan Grayson had rented for their impromptu “Bro Trip”. Damian had tried to sit behind Grayson, but Drake had pulled a move that nearly impressed Damian and secured his spot for the ride firmly behind Grayson. That meant he was stuck behind Todd. The largest brother in the family. Damian, in short, was getting really tired of having his knees up his nostrils.
“I know exactly where I’m going,” Grayson muttered over the sound of Simon and Garfunkel.
Drake met his eyes. When Damian looked up to the rearview mirror, he could see Todd’s confused eyes.
“What did you say?” Drake whispered.
“Getting closer,” Grayson muttered again.
“Todd, check his pulse,” Damian ordered up as he buckled in. If somehow Grayson got possessed at the last truck stop, he’d have a better chance surviving a rolling vehicle if he was buckled up.
“On it,” Todd answered as his fingers pressed to Grayson’s neck.
“Closer every day! You guys! We have two more days of driving? Aren’t you excited?”
“Pulse is fine,” Todd said as he leaned back. “Dick? You feeling okay?”
“Fine,” Grayson said at the same Tim said, “Should we call Bruce?”
“No, Bruce knows I’m taking you Canada. Arctic circle-ish area. But yeah, we have about two days left!”
Damian sort of wished that his brother had been possessed. Because that would have meant two less days of having his knees jabbing into the back of Todd’s unnecessarily reclined seat.
