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Avalon shook her head at Peter's claim to be alright. She knew for a fact he wasn't, but didn't persue that matter just yet. She DID though, offer a fairly solid punch to Peter's side at the bikini comment. "How many times do I have to tell you that I HATE swimming? The spankies are enough torture..." She tried to hide the fact that her face had gone a bit red.

Though, Petey took on a far more serious tone and she looked up at him, a thin eyebrow raised. "At least YOUR instincts can't be trusted... Just because whatever it was that was in that glass LOOKED like chocolate mousse..." She flashed a grin. "What DOES bad milk taste like anyway?"

She gave a sigh, "Yeah, I guess your right. Those guts and all. Can't do much when they're being tugged... Seen a doctor about that?" She gave a more real smile than she'd been managing earlier. "And don't you talk to me about being a loser, Peter..." But she trailed off when he sunk down to the ground, put his hands on her shoulders, and made her crack up.

Once her peals of laughter slowed, she took a deep breath and managed, "Alright, I'll make this mistake, but when things don't work out how we planned, YOU'RE paying the support... AND the court costs. Sound like a deal?" She held out a hand for Peter to shake.

Faking him out on the handshake, she gave him a bit of a shove and stood to her INCREDIBLY intimidating height of 5'3'' and put her hands comically on her hips, glaring up at Peter. "Now, mister, if you don't buck up and learn that you ARE good at many a thing, I might have to KNOCK," She smacked him on the head, "Some sense into you. And I swear, if that guitar's not in the van when we leave, you'll have the snot beat OUT of you after the sense goes in. You got it, punk?"

((WOOSH. Hahaha aka and I are on a random tangent. I SORRIES! I did NOT plan this! IT JUST HAPPENED! *waves arms*))

((ZOMG I POST AGAIN! And hopefully it'll take us OUT OF THE TAAANGENT! *flop* Not that I don't just LOVE tangents!))

Peter smiled broadly as Avalon burst out laughing at his antics, and looked strangely embarrassed. Though he seemed to play if off as he reached out with his hand to shake her own, laughing himself, but was cut short as he was shoved back and he rocked to his feet to keep his balance. He pin wheeled his arms for a moment and then righted himself with a playful scowl.

"What a little p***k! What's up with that!? Shoving me like that! I oughta punch you in the boob!" He exclaimed with a laugh, but then shook his head as he was smacked on the forehead. He rubbed at his abused head, still smiling. "I'd need a LOT of beating to have any sense make it into this head..." He trailed off and smiled a very small smile. "But... I'll... I'll bring it." He said with his eyes averted to his feet and he looked like he might have said something else, but he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

He coughed. "I mean! COME ON! I coughed up a lot of money for that piece of crap guitar! You'd think I'd leave it here?! WITH MY SISTER?! Ah, she'd stick stickers on it or something... and name it Daisy." He laughed. "Speaking of said sister... wanna go switch her shampoo with honey so we got something to do until we gotta go meet at Rachel's? Unless you wanna stick around outside...? I got some leftover pizza if you want... I have a whole other box that Jackie isn't smart enough to find."

And whether Ava wanted that pizza or not, Peter vanished inside to get it... he was hungry again.

((hahaha, what the heck? I dunno... I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE BOOB! I can wait for a TIME SKIPSSSS... or... something...))

((I'm back, lovers! HOMG I KNOW I ROCK. I mean...suck, cause this didn't come earlier. If you saw my life, you would forgive me, I am very sure! I actually started typing this yesterday afternoon but things...came up. Anyway, on with the show!))

Rachel parked her white Jetta in the far space in her family's four-car garage. She was so excited about the upcoming road trip that she dashed into the house and yelled, "Saaaaa--aaam! Guess what's mine and not yours and also guess where I'm going IN THREE DAYS!" She left the back hall and made her way to the kitchen, where her elder brother--who was home on one of the rare occasions that he had neither school nor work to attend to--was eating a plate of canneloni.

"What's yours and not mine, and where you're going in three days? Are they the same thing?"

"YES!" She shouted, leaping up in the air happily. "Mum and Daddy are selling me...the chaleeeeet! My friends and I are buying it together, and we're leaving to drive up there and LIVE THERE in THREE DAYS! How jealous are you? Come on, don't hold back. Lay it on me."

Sam did, indeed, look a bit jealously shocked. "I can't believe they're GIVING that to you. Why didn't they give it to me? What the hell!"

"Oh, Sam, I'm buying it. My first investment in the housing market! Maybe I'll be a real estate giant like...like Donald Trump when I'm older. You think? I'd look sexy in a little suit, yeah?"

"How can you afford that, Rach? It's worth like..like hundreds of thousands of dollars at least. You don't even have a job yet. You won't have an actual job for like ten more years, when Dad retires...if he lets go that early."

"Yeah, well, I have to do something with myself until then, don't I?"

"How about...going to school...?"

"Oh, school sucks. I'll go to college when I'm good and ready...hell, you said it yourself, I've got like a decade, don't I? Besides, you know very well that I'm marrying rich! Who needs school?"

Sam just rolled his eyes, giving up the argument. "You are the most trivial girl I have ever met."

Rachel frowned, giving the side of her brother's head a light shove. "That's a cruel thing to say, Samuel. I'm certainly not trivial. Just because my life isn't absolutely riddled with problems like yours is, you horrible little emo whore?"

Sam looked down at his attire incredulously. "Emo, Rachel?"

"Never mind. You can't spoil my good mood, brother, darling! I'm going up to my room to start packing."

And with that, Rachel turned on her heel and disappeared up the stairs, already contemplating how she could possibly choose what clothes to bring, and how she could fit them all in one little suitcase.



Rachel woke up three days later literally with a grin on her face. She rolled out of bed and did a little dance around her room, singing something barely coherent about the mountains and driving and playing in a real band. Then it was off to have an hour-long shower, since she was pretty sure that hour-long showers weren't going to be a regular thing when road-tripping. When she was done, she quickly dried her hair, and then decided it was time for THE single most important part of the day: Getting Dressed. She threw open her walk-in closet and put her hands on her hips, cocking one hip to the side dramatically.

"What to wear on Day One of The Road Trip?" She asked no one, glancing around at her only barely diminished wardrobe. She planned on having her parents ship her everything she wanted but couldn't cram into her suitcase once she got to the chalet, since they were going to be living there for awhile, at least.

Already with an outfit in mind, she marched inside and picked out a pair of chocolate brown tie capris, a lacy white camisole, and a turquoise half-sleeve henley, which she undid all of the buttons on. She then threw on some brown leather flip-flops with white beaded straps, and some brown wooden jewelry. She stood in front of the mirror, and said quietly, "That's casual enough for a road trip, isn't it?"

Shrugging to herself, she set about doing her hair and makeup.

By the time she was finally done, it was only 11:00 AM (she'd gotten up early out of excitement), but she figured that even lazy teenagers would want to get up if it was to drive to the mountains! So she rang everyone up and told them, "Lover, get your a** over to my house ASAP! It's Road Trip Time!"

Now, all she had to do was wait.

((SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG I was trying to get it finished for like the last ENTIRE DAY but it's like tree-decorating day and we were baking cookies and all this...so I was like typing two sentences at a time between doing things haha with my family so. heart Forgive me, loves!))

((Mmmmm. Posts.))

Late to bed, early to rise makes a certain Avalon very cranky. And indeed, when the phone call came 'round 11:05, she was dead asleep. She'd already had nearly everything she needed packed, and so was in a simple pair of shorts (made from cut off sweat pants) and an old tank top. And from the looks of it, had lost quite a fight with her comforter. She was completely entangled in it.

So when the phone rang, was answered in two rings, and followed by her mother's high-pitched voice shouting upstairs, Avalon rolled out of bed (landing rather harshly on her hip) and grunted an acknowledgement that was phone was for her. Squinting against the morning light, she found her way to the phone, only to hear a super excited Rachel announce it was time to go, then the click of her hanging up.

"Meeeeeeeer. She's up too early..." Avalon muttered, picking herself out of her bedsheets and stumbling to the bathroom. Her hair was an atrocious mess, and waking up early didn't do much for her looks either. "That's what I get for staying up 'till nearly daylight..." She murmured, turning the handle on the shower to as hot as it would go. It was time to wake up... After all, they were starting their road trip! She knew the excitement would hit SOMETIME... Maybe when she woke up from her half-asleep daze.


The shower did indeed help to wake her up, but the fact that she spotted Peter outside her window, pounding at the door was a shock enough. She was still in her towel. "Holy CRAP Peter! Stop YELLING!" Avalon gave a laugh and opened her window, poking her head outside. "Let me get DRESSED, would ya? And you're gonna wait... Unless you WANT me to come out ther naked... Don't answer that. And let yourself in... Just beware, dad's in the kitchen eating... Don't interrupt his newspaper reading. He might explode."

That said, she pulled herself back into her room and threw a pair of dark blue jeans, a black shirt with Zim and Dib on it, her normal set of jewelry, and threw her wet hair up into a messy sort of bun. As set as she was going to be while Peter waited, she lugged her suitcase down the stairs and gave her parents each a hug and kiss, murmuring thanks as they wished her luck. After they were SURE she had her cell phone, she tugged Peter out the door with her and shoved him into the passenger seat.

"You are in NO shape to be driving... How'd you make it here anyway? I KNOW you said you could make it to my house in your sleep, but I never expected you to TEST that theory, ya moron." Though, it wasn't said unkindly.

She started the engine, packed her things into his car, and started off toward Rachel's mansion of a house.

They arrived probably a little too quickly (one of these days she was going to get a massive speeding ticket), and Avalon took it upon herself to drag Peter out of his car and up to Rachel's front door. "Wakey wakey, Petey. You're not going to be any fun if you're drooling all over everyone. Come on then. ON TO THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF OUR LIVES!" She gave him a punch to the arm and rang the doorbell. Ahah. The excitement that the idea of the trip had brought upon her three days ago was back.

((TAH DAH!))

Nada had been sleeping...sleeping...and even more sleeping. If she had any choice she would have slept till 6 pm and still go to bed at 10. She wore a tank top and boxers she had stolen from Billy. It was only until her phone rang and Sandra sat on top of her that she woke up in half a daze.

"Unnnngh." she groaned into the phone, smacking her lips rid of sleep drool. "Guuuuuuhhhhnnnn." she replied when Rachel merrily talked into the phone, however Nada stopped at Loves and slammed the phone down. It took her a minute to get out of bed. Sandra was tugging at her shirt and she heard Billy banging on their door.

"NADA! STOP HAVING FRIENDS CALL SO EARLY IN THE MORNING!" his cracking voice yelped, his chords going through puberty.

"GUUUUUH!" she groaned loudly like a zombie and threw open the door, hitting Billy in his dark chocolate covered face.

"HEY!" he yelped again and grabbed her shoulders before she licked his face, causing him to let go.

Her shower was consisting of 15 minutes of standing around letting the water wake her up, and 5 minutes of washing, another 5 for shaving. She was then out and dressed with a t-shirt for their highschool's graduating class, the year sprawled across her chest and a raggedy pair of caprees. She looked trashy but some how kept together as well. Her hair was the same and the only make up she had on was eyeliner and mascara.

Sandra had already tugged Nada's bags to the door and was happily eating eggs her mother had cooked when Wally knocked at the door.

Her sister answered it, rambling on to Wally about how she had packed Nada's clothes and then showing him her drawings she had made that morning as well as talking about her breakfast and how tasty it was.

Nada finally came in and intercepted Sandra highpitched talking and patted her head. "Nnngh...Sandra...stop bothering him, Kay?"

"I'm not bothering him!"

"Yeah."

"Haha you're silly when you wake up!" Sandra giggled and jumped back into their dining room to finish breakfast.

"Sorry 'bout that. Now what's going on? Are we going to school? We missed our first periods...make that first 4." She was still half asleep when her towering father came in, a wide grin towards Wally.

"Good Morn' Wallace. Nice to see you. Want to come in?"

It hit Nada that they were supposed to go and shoved her dad to the side. "DAD! WE'VE GOTTA GO!" she said with such a loud voice her dad covered his ears and blinked. "He can't stay. We've gotta go." She grabbed her bags and kissed her dad on the cheek, he having to lean over and her having to stand on her tip toes. "Love ya! Tell the others I'll call EVERY day!"

She walked past Wally and yawned widely, almost tripping down her porch steps.

"SISTER!" Sandra squeeled and ran after her. "YOU LEFT YOUR CLOTHES!" And indeed, there they were in the other suitcase.

"Ah...yeah...Thanks honey, I need those for my protein." She grabbed the other suitcase and began to the side walk again.

"Hun...your shoes..." Her dad stated, holding up a pair of sneakers.

"Wally can get them." she muttered still sleepy and licked her lips. "Mmmm...so...let's go Patty," she said and smiled slightly, blinking sleep out of her eyes. "We've got the unicorn to catch."

((hahaha...I dunno...she's strange.))

((Hahaha, Yes.... and sorries if I take too long to post tonight... I'm like multi tasking... I HATES MY ART HOMEWORK! MEEER! MEEER! *eats it*))

Peter fixed Avalon with a very flat look and rubbed at his punched arm. "Onwards and into the sunset. Nothing to look back on but only what's ahead?" He recited, and flopped his head onto her shoulder. "I need some sugar." He mumbled.

Though, Peter got his wake up call by way of a very excited Rachel throwing open the door. He yelped and litterally toppled backwards.

"Holy FLIPPING shnikies! She's like a JACK IN THE BOX!" He exclaimed, arms over his face as though to protect himself. "Take the woman not ME!" He said pushing Avalon before him like a human sacrafice. Though, he then peeked over her shoulder, which was a rather odd sight since he was taller.

"... Yeah... I got my instrument." He stated with a sort of grumble. "Avalon made me. Blame her."

He paused, quirked and eyebrow, and then smiled in a lopsided fashion. "I've never seen any girl pull of a milk mustache as attractively as you, Rach. Ever think about growing some facial hair?"

((hahahaha.. XDDD;;; ))

Wally half listened to Sandra. Not really. Enough to look like he was paying attention. Really, he just sort of watched her ramble on. His mind was elsewhere.

A dark-skinned zombie loomed behind the girl suddenly. Wally glanced to her, not even bothering to take a side on whether Sandra was bothering him or not. He really didn't care for the moment. Or even notice. "Mm. C'mon, Nada, let's go."

Nada, however, was in another plane of reality. "Yeah...school. Let's go." As her considerably more hospitable father arrived at the door, Nada finally seemed to snap out of it.

...Or... not. He sighed a bit and took her shoes from her father. "Anything else she needs? No? Right. See you, Mr. Reed." He trudged after his somnambulist friend bleakly, and gently bapped her on the back of the head with her sneakers. "Oy. Unicorn hunter. Wake up. You can sleep once we get on the highway."

He tossed her things in his car and made sure she got in the car and buckled--meaning, he did most of it for her. And with that, they headed off to Rachel's.

Ava waved as they approached. And Peter looked in about the same condition as Nada. Brilliant. This trip would be awesome. "I got enough rest." He rethought that. "Better than the rest of you, at least. The others are on their way, right? We need to scram, I don't want to be in traffic; zombies in the car is one thing, but all around is just unpleasant."
((WOO CRAP 'cause my mom is yelling at me to get off the computer... *grumble*))

((HAHA Candy mountain...that creeps me out and makes me laugh until I cry at the same time. J YOU ARE MY FAVORITEST!))

Rachel calmed herself down a bit, and absently played with her dark hair as she spoke. "Sorry, guys, I'm just really excited. To be honest, I thought you'd all cop out on me at the last minute, but if you're actually here, then it means we're actually going, and I'm really...impressed. You know what I mean? Like ninety percent of the time people are lame and I end up being really disappointed with them..." She laughed a bit hollowly, without a smile on her face, and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm being a total f**."

When Wally and Nada showed up, her smile returned. "Great to see you guys made it! Even if you do look a little tired, Nada...well, you can sleep in the back, right? Right. Plus I have like a thousand tons of food inside, so go ahead and help yourself. We still have a bit to do before we leave...just have to make sure we're all prepared, you know? Don't want to be turning around half an hour out of the city to get someone's favorite lip gloss or...whatever it is people go back for. I'd do it for lip gloss. That's why I packed all of mine!"

Rachel then turned her large eyes on Wally. "Er, you seem to be the only one who's even like...half awake. I love you. You'd better be riding in the front, with me, hey? Haha...also, you're the only one who's got the route all mapped out.. I just have a general sense of direction until we get really close."

She sighed. "Well, guys? Come inside! There are still a few more people to show up."

((Haha...Rachel isn't really as trivial as she often seems. Someone should really hit her across the face and be all, "DON'T FRONT, b***h!"...haha. Anyway. Bedsies!))