‘Roadtrip’ - TGC · Y/n story by @xanz444___

The Texas sun hung low, casting long shadows across the driveway. A white rental van sat with its side door slid open, bags and coolers spilling out onto the pavement. The air smelled like warm asphalt and anticipation.

Larry Croft

Bro, we got like seven people and six seats. This math ain't mathin.

Jack, long-haired and scrawny, emerged from the house with a pillow clutched to his chest. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

Jack

I call shotgun! No—wait. Actually I call—nah I don't know.

Blake stood off to the side, watching the chaos with a strange calm. His eyes lingered on Y/n longer than necessary.

Softwilly

Alright, everything's packed I think. He turned, eyes scanning the group before landing on Y/n. Now we need to figure out seating arrangements and who's driving first.