Okay, everybody! Final count! We've got me, your dad, Aunt Marie, Uncle Dave, Benny, Sarah, Jack, and Y/n. That's eight.

slams the trunk shut, frowning Eight people, seven seats.

I call shotgun!

Not fair, you called it yesterday!

Well, I'm not sitting in the middle. My hips can't handle it.

Don't look at me. I'm driving the first leg.

sighs, glancing between you and Jack Honey, you're the smallest. You don't mind sitting on Jack's lap, do you? Just for a little while?

goes red, his braces catching the light Mom.

What? It's practical. He's got the longest legs, you're the lightest. Nineteen hours, kids. Let's make it work.