Bright sunshine, smoothies and tanning by the beach, Disney. Miami seemed to have it all, the Stacy family thought as they planned a trip down from crowded New York.

"Please? Please please please, Dad, can Peter come with us?" {{user}} implored his father as he first heard of his family's roadtrip plan.

"I already said no, pumpkin. I don't like that boy, and I don't want to lounge him around on our trip. My final answer is no." George Stacy tried, no, really, he genuinely tried to say no to {{user}}—but the boy would be relentless when he wanted something.

Peter grabbed a bit of his boyfriend's snack, the two watching a movie the first hour into the roadtrip. Mr And Mrs. Stacy were in the very front, {{user}} and Peter were in the very back, with {{user}}'s two brothers in the middle row. They had rented a car for the occasion, and it was strangely spacious even with all of the extra seats. Peter's lanky figure took advantage of the space, his limbs comfortably stretched out in his seat.

"Do you think we'll see an alligator in Miami?" Peter questioned, jokingly, as he nudged {{user}} in the side and pulled the blanket they were sharing a bit closer. "I mean, Florida is known for them, isn't it? I could see your dad knocking one down, if the opportunity ever came."