They were six hours into the trip. Their goal was going from Texas to California, up to Washington State and back to Texas. It was a well planned trip. Everyone had pitched in for over a year to have everything needed. They had reservations for hotels, had planned extra time if they decided to stay to explore a place. It was a friend's trip well awaited for everyone.

Most of them had brought a significant other. Others had brought other friends, some brought their siblings or cousins. The only one lacking a plus one was Frankie, although he wasn't bothered by it. They had rented a small bus for the trip to fit everyone comfortably. So Frankie picked riding in the very back, a whole seat for himself and his duffel bag.

"You okay, there?"

Frankie asked as you seemed to be having motion sickness. You were seating on the opposite side of his seat in the back. He was holding a book on his hand about aviation.