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"Doesn't really matter. We have each other. That's a decent sized clique. Anyway, trying to make friends would be bad. No parents."
Kyle tapped the side of the steering wheel thoughtfully. "Another problem there. Where are we going to stay? How are we going to finish school? Never mind, we can do online school. Still, we're going to need a place to stay."
Kyle grinned and turned to look at Aubrey. "It's a good thing you picked Vegas. Nobody asks too many questions there, from what I hear."

 

 

"Uno: Credit cards can be traced. Dos: I wanna have a good job someday and not be either a prostitute or drug addict, so I for one will finish school. Tres: Are you crazy? The Luxor is a crazy famous hotel. Anyway, I hear the cleaning staff sucks."
With every number Kyle pounded on the hirn for emphasis and to see the reactions of the pissed off drivers.
One guy in the left lane laughed and honked back. Kyle honked again, waved, and for about the next thirty seconds the to honked back and forth, the other guy laughing his head off and other drivers swearing their heads off.

 

 

"Cuatro: those will be blocked by the end of the hour, and the police will be tracing them. Cinco: Still want a good job. I don't think they'd hire me as a showgirl, no matter how good I look. Seis: Big hotel= big security." Kyle started honking again, but a cop pulled onto the highway and shot him a look, so he stopped, making sure to behave and hoping the copper didn't write his plate number down. That would mean new plates again.
"Besides, if we're staying long, won't we want an apartment or something? Someplace we can call our own?"

 

 

"Siete: You're not the only one with a say in this. Ocho: Maybe. Nueve: You aren't the only one with a say in this!" Kyle shook his head. "All four of us are on this Highway to Hell, so to speak. I, for one, don't want to be tossed in jail the first day. I want a life, and I want a good one. If we're going to run away, we might as well make it worth the effort."

 

 

Kyle stayed quiet too. This sucked. He hated running from his problems. He preferred pushing his problems away, pretending they didn't exist. Now here he was, three others in a tow with him, running from their problems like they were trying to win a marathon.
Kyle glanced at the clock. It was really late now, about twelve.
A road sign afpdvertised a Motel 6 in the next town. Kyle put on his blinker and got on the exit ramp.
"You guys okay with stopping for the night?" he called out.

 

 

"Yeah, sure." Kyle said. "But maybe we should wait til morning, huh?" he said, smiling at her in the dark. He pulled up to the motel and opened the door. "You guys can probably wait here. I'll be right back."
He walked inside and aproached a bored clerk.
"Hey, can I get a room for the night?"
"Sure. Just you?"
"No, three others. Two beds." The girls can share and I can share with Griffith.
"Yeah, whatever. Number thirty-five."
Kyle pulled out his wallet and tossed some money on the desk.
"By the way, do you have a pool?"
"Yeah, but it's closed for the night."
"Can we use it in the morning?"
"Only if you stay two nights in a row."
Kyle threw down some more money, knowing very well they wouldn't be staying again.
He walked back to the truck and pulled it around. "Everyone out."

 

 

Kyle could be heard mumbling something about a waste of money as he entered the room. It was decent.
Not waiting for the other to settle, he tossed his stuff on the ground and crashed on the couch, not caring about his original plan to share a bed with Griffith. Besides, if he did that he would have to wait for everyone else.
A few seconds later he found himself in a lumberyard, sawing logs.