Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline

"Can we play the 'are we there yet?' game?" Linnea asked as we pulled up to a stop light.

Patrick said nothing; he simply glared at her and she took the hint.

"How much longer?" I groaned, squirming in Pete's lap.

"God, you move around a lot." He noted, readjusting himself to be able to handle my squirms.

"Get over it." I demanded.

He sighed slightly then Ryland announced " 'Bout fifteen minutes."

I groaned again "That's too long. I think I'll take a nap... I'm tired."

"That's cuz you didn't got any sleep last night." Pete pointed out. I was about to say something like "Your'e right." or, "That's true." But Alex cut me off

"How would you know?" he questioned.

"Yeah." Gabe agreed, "Stay up fucking each other all night?"

"Exactly." I muttered sarcastically, "He's actually not so bad."

" I would now." Gabe giggled.

"Gabriel, what drugs are you on and why aren't you sharing?" Linnea inquired.

"It's expensive." He defended. I laughed and buried my head into the crook of Pete's neck. He turned his head and looked at me oddly.

"Night." I announced, falling asleep.

***
"Wake up." I felt a soft nudge on my shoulder.

"I never fell asleep." I murmered, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, sure." Linnea rolled her eyes.

"I'm hungry." Steph barked.

"Then eat." I told her, as we all started to pile out of the cramped car.

"Don't tell her that!" Alex exclaimed, "She'll blow all our cash!"

"Well, my new goal in life is keeping Steph fed." I insisted, as I started to walk down the busy Chicago street. I motioned for everyone to follow, and they did.

***
"Candy store!" Ryland announced, Patrick looked at him like he was a five-year-old, but I'm sure Ryland didn't care.

"No!" demanded Alex, the cheap little shit.

I grunted at Alex and walked into the store. The people were really nice. They let us try samples and everything. Which was perfect to fit my plan.

I bit into a piece of chocolate and started coughing and gagging. "What the hell's in here?" I screeched.

The store clerks went frantic. As they were in an attempt to figure out what the hell went wrong with me, everyone took handfuls and handfuls of candy.

Linnea finally gave me a thumbs-up as she stuffed an extra bag of Sour Patch Kids (or Sour Patch Children, as we frequently called them) into her pocket.

"Oh, I'm fine now." I grinned. The candy store workers looked confused as to what had just happened. They hadn't realized we took shitloads of sugar until we were halfway down the street, headed to a hotel were we could crash.

"Happy now?" I smirked at Steph as she stuffed some Twizzlers in her mouth.

"Fucking ecstatic." She said in a muffled voice showing off her red-stained tongue and candy covered teeth.

I grinned, we were royal idiots. Even better, we were damn proud of it.