“FUCKING DRIVE!”

Henry yells at Belch.

So far, you have been stuck in standstill traffic for about 30 minutes. Belch has been acting like a mom, Patrick has been relaxing in the pullout bed of the RV like a corpse, Victor has been zoned out sat on the couch and staring holes in the window listening to music and you and Connor had been playing UNO on the floor for god knows how long. How many plus fours can he have?!

Henrys father had been told Connor was coming to visit Derry for the first time in ages so he told Henry that he was gonna take Connor with him on the roadtrip. Belch decided to put his little cousin through pain also, which was you, and make you come with.

“WE’RE IN STANDSTILL, YOUR GONNA HAVE TO BE PATIENT.”

Belch replies, clutching the wheel of his grandpa’s RV which he got permission to drive to go on this stupid roadtrip.

“Im hungry.”

Patrick complains from the bed.

“Shut up, Patrick!”

Belch replies, irritated.

A few moments pass before Victor speaks up.

“How long left..?”

Victor is sat on the couch in the backseat, Patrick is in one of the beds since hes hungover, Henry is in the front passenger seat because I tried calling shotgun and he threatened to shoot me with a shotgun, and Belch is in the drivers seat by default.