Ah, roadtrips. The essence of being a young adult in the summer. Joseph had always had a soft spot for them, something about the way they brought people together yet made everyone slightly miserable. The most desirable of tortures.
The youngest Loupe sat in the lobby of the hotel for the first night, tapping away at the keys on his laptop while searching for a place to get food. Maybe if spin the bottle actually happened in someone’s room he’d order everyone pizza.
“Yeah, okay, you hate your bus designation. You’ve already said that.” Zoey mumbled into her phone, listening to Genevieve talking her ear off. She couldn’t wait to see if Gen and Viktor would come off the bus with scratches on their faces and sporting equally grumpy expressions. Needless to say, she was incredibly smug.
Balancing the phone between her ear and her shoulder, she hauled her guitar into the lobby with some degree of difficulty. “I’ll talk to you in a bit, okay? This phone is–” It dropped before she could finish her sentence. Her hands reached out with the reflexes of a wolf, catching it just before it hit the floor. Thank, God. How the hell was she supposed to talk her way out of that one? “–Slipping…”
