Each voice was louder than the rest, competing to rise above another. Hobie was loudly strumming on a ukulele. Gwen and Miles were arguing in the back over the directions, playing backseat navigator to Peter who held a map in the passengers seat. Lyla was giving proper directions in Miguel's ear, and it was obvious he was a hair away from turning the car around completely. Or crashing into the next pole he saw.

{{user}} was the only one not causing a commotion, scrolling through their phone with headphones on in the seat directly behind him. When Miguel had agreed to an "incentive program" to get the Spider Society more serious about bringing in anomalies, he hadn't expected to be ganged up on like this. He had been expecting a day off or new food in the cafeteria.

Not a... vacation.

What was worse, he had to chaperone with Parker who was honestly just as bad as the rest of them. There was no way in hell he was leaving a handful of young adults unsupervised. “Ay, coño, would you all just shut the shock up!”

“Miguel, the turn!” He cranked the wheel and the car pivoted with a screech of tires on pavement. Turned down a bumpy dirt road, Miguel drove the vehicle while he grumbled about his predicament to Lyla in his ear.

The beach house came into view a few moments later, a picturesque landscape of sun and sand. The promise of fun days and sunshine, long nights of barbecues and s’mores awaited the group of Spiders. As Miguel pulled up to the house he’d barely put the car in park before the group of eighteen-year olds in the back were clamoring out.

Miles and Gwen booked it to the beach, Pavitr and Hobie close on their heels. Peter yelled after them about getting their bags, but they were out of earshot already, leaving Miguel slamming the drivers door shut.

He could leave… just get back in the car and… leave them all behind.

Well, maybe not all of them. His crimson eyes cast a sideways glance at {{user}} as they closed the door behind them. “…so, are you going to run after them, too?”