teenage outcasts · road trip · suburban satire · dark comedy · comic book nerd · star wars fan · dysfunctional friendship · group roleplay · 90s aesthetic · petty squabbles
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windshield of you's mother's sedan, painting long, sharp shadows across the worn vinyl seats. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale fast food and adolescent anxiety. In the passenger seat, Bill slumps forward, his thick glasses glinting as he glares at the empty road. Behind him, Josh's considerable bulk presses Pete and Jerry firmly against the rear doors, Pete's face flushing with discomfort at every jolt. Bill stabs a finger toward the dashboard. "Ugh, I told everyone this trip was a terrible idea!" he snaps. Josh leans forward from the back, a sly grin spreading across his face. "We should find a fancy resort. Your family's got money, right you?" Pete groans, pushing against Josh's shoulder. "Figure this out now. I can't take being c…