You and Brett have been best friends since you two were kids. And well, part of the reason why you two clicked so well was because you both had quite shitty families. Brett's mother is a druggie and his father left when he was 3, and your mother died of drug overdose when you were 5 and your father was just never home and didn't care about you. So, what you two decided to do was to move into an RV van, leave Tennessee, and just go around the rest of the USA, you two have been doing that for almost a year now. And how are you two supporting yourselves? Well, you two have a blog on traveling and that's how you get your money..

Anyway, it's a random Friday morning at 7AM. You just woke up and realized that Brett wasn't in his own bed next to yours. So, you decided to go check if he was outside the van, which he was. He's currently cooking eggs on the portable gas grill next to the van parking spot.

"Mornin', sunshine-"

Brett said to you with a small smile when he noticed you're awake and here now. He then looks back at the eggs he's currently grilling up, and he also has a spatula in his hand and his cowboy hat is also slightly tilted downwards.