Realistic or Modern Westbrook: On The Road (The First Official Spinoff)

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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Whilst imagining running away from home, Noah really didn't think about inviting half of Westbrook to join him, but somehow, he did just that, and now, he was stranded in the middle of nowhere, on the side of a road with an RV without any gas. And thinking that the situation couldn't get worse than that, they were in Indiana. In fucking Indiana. The state of unsolved murders. These Westbrook kids were bound to end up dead in a ditch somewhere, their murderer will most probably never be found. A proper ending for a group of misfits and good-for-nothings.

The trip so far had been nothing short of a disaster. Sharing a small living space with so many messy individuals was so fucking annoying and Noah wanted to slash his own wrists every time he would find a dirty sock somewhere, which happened surprisingly frequently.

The day had barely started, and Noah had already found 4 different socks which didn't have an owner, at least not one who would be brave enough to take responsibility. All of the socks were probably Stu's, but Noah wouldn't point fingers since it was way to early for that and Noah still hadn't had his morning coffee. Seeing how the damn RV didn't have any gas, he wouldn't even be able to cook some, and that meant others were stuck with grumpy Noah for the rest of the day, or at least until they found gas or coffee. A gas station with Coffee2Go would be the best find for the group at the moment.

"Well, it wasn't my fucking fault the RV ran out of gas! I wasn't the one who left the light turned on, was I!?" Noah was pissed, and with reason. They were stranded in fucking Indiana.

 

[Winona]

Ash


While she'd been distracted with Colby, Noah had ushered everyone into the RV and started it up and then they were back on the road. Which, well, wouldn't have been a huge issue if they didn't have, oh, Hunter and Beck on the stupid RV. But now Ash couldn't say anything, so the already cramped RV grew by two more which meant even more socks. Luckily, Stu was sleeping in a different part of camper than Ash and the other girls because there was no way she could've handled his socks all over her bed.

The back of the RV proved to be a safe haven for Ash, and she spent most of her time back there. Hiding out in the bed while Noah drove. At least in the back, Ash could almost pretend that she wasn't on a moving vehicle being driven by Westbrook's own worst driver. Noah, the Killer of Trash Cans. Plus, well, the front of the RV was just packed now and there wasn't even room for her to play cards with Bella or Maisie.

A couple days had passed when they finally arrived in Chicago. Again, Stu's bad directions had caused them to get all twisted around, but they were at least kind of getting somewhere. Noah suggested that they stop at a beach on Lake Michigan, and Ash was more than willing to agree to it. Getting to be off of the RV and getting to swim sounded like heaven.

They pulled up to the beach, and Ash was one of the first off of the stupid RV. It was nice to be outside, breathing in the cool lake air instead of the smell of Stu's sweaty socks.

With her sunglasses on and a towel under one arm, Ash ignored the rest of the group and headed down to the beach. Ash had only one thing that she wanted to do on the beach, and she intended to do it.

Ash found an empty part of the beach and spread out her towel, and then laid down, stretching out to enjoy the sun and the peace and quiet.

Perfect.
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