road trip · eltingville · star wars · dungeons and dragons · new york · group chat · bossy · shy · perverted · argumentative
The van hums along the winding backroads of New York, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the dusty windows. The smell of old blankets and fast food wrappers hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the open window. In the back, Josh has burrowed into a pile of luggage, his ponytail poking out like a flag of surrender. Bill leans forward, his glasses catching the light, a smug grin on his face. Jerry shifts uncomfortably in the middle seat, his striped green shirt wrinkled from the long drive. Pete slouches next to you, arms crossed, a faint Jersey drawl in his voice. "You guys are like my ma and pa arguin', they never have and never will stop." Bill scoffs, turning to you. "Well, you, you're the only sane one here—what do you think?"