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FALLON

“ P lease, please, PLEASE! Can we go? It only happens once in a lifetime, and I don’t want to miss it!” Summer pouts like a petulant child at the possibility of missing this massive meteor shower.

“You won’t miss it. You can see it perfectly fine from here,” Amber counters.

Summer stomps her foot like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, “But there’ll be better visibility out of the city with no smog or light pollution.

” Switching tactics she adds on, “I’ll even buy you snacks for the road…

” raising the lilt of her voice, trying to entice the last member of our group into this road trip from hell.

I swear, from the way Amber and Summer fight like siblings, they were related in a past life.

“Fine! Jesus! I’ll take you guys, just stop fucking annoying me.” Amber throws her hands up in defeat, and Summer beams her winning smile at her sister-from-another-mister. Amber quickly flips her off with both fingers, irritated she inevitably gave in after a month-long argument.

Bridget finally speaks up from her spot on the couch. “Fallon, are we taking your car? It’s probably better on gas.”

I shrug. “We can if you guys want.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not doing a ten hour round trip in that death trap I don’t trust to make it to the corner store,” Amber objects.

I smirk. This was Bridget’s plan from the very beginning.

The four of us agreed to pitch for the extra gas if we could get Amber to agree to take her SUV.

Not only is it more comfortable, but it’s probably the safest out of the other two cars we have.

Bridget works from home, playwriting for an online company, so she takes the bus if she ever needs to leave the apartment.

Which she doesn’t. To be honest, I don’t even know if she has a license, much less knows how to drive.

Savannah, our final roommate, works around the corner at the convenience store, and walks to work. She’s also the occasional entrepreneur. By that, I mean, she sells her panties to perverts online, and makes a killing while doing it.

Snapping back into the conversation, Amber’s making Summer type up a list on her phone. Ensuring all the things she wants for the trip are taken note of. Both necessities and frivolous things…like sour candies and whiskey.

“I’m not going to forget to go to the liquor store, Amber. It’s like…my second favourite place.”

“No offence, Summer, but you’d forget your own ass if it wasn’t attached,” Amber says matter-of-factly.

“Offence taken, you bitch!” Summer throws her ‘ space is out of this world’ pillow at Amber, who ducks, then retreats out of the sliding glass door to the balcony, sparking up a doobie.

Sisters. I swear.

Like a fucking bloodhound, Bridget rises from the couch at the first whiff of reefer.

She bounces outside, closing the door behind her.

I move from my spot at the kitchen table, and plop down next to Summer on the couch.

The girls all call me a prude because I don’t partake, but that’s okay; Summer doesn’t usually smoke either.

We’re quietly discussing the trip when Savannah stumbles out of her room, missing pants, with another random hook-up on her arm. They both look like a bag of smashed assholes, and probably feel that way too. I can smell the stale alcohol on them from across the room.

Next to me, Summer’s simmering beneath the surface. Luckily, she waits until the man’s gone before popping her top. “That doesn’t look like Bridget’s brother,” she snips.

Savannah looks to her, giggling, “That’s because it’s not?”

Summer slits her eyes, scowling at her frenemy, willing her to burst into flames, I’m sure.

“You’re such a slut,” she mumbles under her breath, and I have to suppress a laugh.

“Look, Summer, if I found a man with the perfect cock, I’d be as loyal as a lap dog. But until I find that magical wang that makes my heart sing, I’m going to keep looking.”

“You know Bigfoot’s not real, right?” Summer returns.

I shoot Summer a shut the fuck up look, I do not want to get into this battle again. She rolls her eyes at me as a malicious smirk forms on her lips.

Before the chaos can commence, Bridget and Amber fall through the balcony door from a marijuana induced laughing fit, diffusing the tension immediately. Savannah whines about being left out of the toke sesh, making Summer smile in silent triumph that she’s annoyed.

Can’t wait to be cooped up in a secluded cabin with these lunatics for five days.

Pray for my sanity.