I told you nobody’s gonna be com- Wait?! You guys want some more?! You guys actually liked that?! Well, this is a surprise. Though not a pleasant one for me. Looks like I’m staying here after all. Great, now I have to go through the ending. The painful painful ending... Anyways where were we? Oh yea right. The car.

I panicked and jerked the wheel a bit. The car swerved into oncoming traffic. Cars honked at us, some voices yelled at us and called us assholes. I think I heard one voice call out: “OMG IT’S DASHIIIEEEEEE!” Before fading into the distance. Weirdo...

I honestly didn’t know what to do. Here I had limited vision and a technicolor horse, pony, whatever it is standing on the hood of my car ready to bash some brains out. Our brains in particular. Not the best of times to be driving in oncoming traffic.

I managed to hang on long enough and keep my shit together for us to reach Altamont Pass. Cars flew by as we still drove like maniacs on oncoming lanes. I managed to find an opening and get us back on track. Right, got off the wrong side of the tracks (Aren’t I clever?) and got back to the right side of the tracks. Now, as for the pony, I was about to just swerve until it fell off.

Jackson had other ideas.

Travis turned behind and rummaged around. I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was looking for, maybe that twinkie he had left behind last week? Or was it a bag of chips? I forgot. I had to keep my eyes on the road if I didn’t want to end up rear ending some innocent bystander and kill ourselves.

      “Quit fucking around Jackson! That twinkie you left behind ain’t worth shit!”

Then Travis pulled out the “twinkie”. It was a grey, stainless steel, Benelli M4 shotgun.

      “Holy balls!” I exclaimed

Travis leaned out the window and pointed the gun at the technicolor horse who didn’t seem too happy about being threatened.

      “I’m giving you five seconds to get off and get lost!” Travis yelled, his voice at a very low volume in the winds

The pony didn’t budge. If anything she seemed more encouraged. More determined. I tried my best to continue driving. But that’s not exactly easy when your bestfriend is pointing a shotgun at something out of a cartoon.

      “Get rid of it already!”

Bang.

I watched as the cyan blue form was blown off the car and tumbled down the road eventually becoming a blur in the mirror. I slammed the brakes and stopped the car by the side of the road. I turned to Travis, my heart was beating fast, he looked pale. I honestly couldn’t believe that he was ballsy enough to actually FIRE the damn thing.

      “What the fuck man?!”

      “What the fuck?!”

      “Dude I asked you to get rid of it not blow it’s retarded little brains out!”

      “I wasn’t squeezing the trigger dammit!”

      “Well too bad cause you fired the gun anyways. Now we’ve got a brainless cartoon corpse on our hands dipshit.”

Travis pulled out a box of shotgun slugs.

      “Dude, rubber bullets. Cops use them all the time during riots. A serious bruise and maybe some road rash is all she’s gonna get. Plus, I told the shopkeeper to help me tone down the firepower.”

I backed the car up. Luckily the proud homosexual had tumbled into the emergency lane so nobody could run her over. Cars sped by like nothing had happened save for a couple of people who had pulled over and were now calling the cops.

I walked over and scooped it up in my arms. I didn’t want to take her along but thanks to us she was stuck in this mess anyways. So I found it right that we had to take care of her until she could kick our asses again.

I brought her over to the car and placed her in the backseat, Travis had shot her right in the right wing, It looked hurt, but it probably wasn’t serious. As Travis had promised earlier, she wasn’t bleeding, there appeared to be no signs of her brains blown out either. That was good. Travis watched me nervously as I placed her gently on the seat.

      “Dude you sure that’s a good idea?”

      “Me and you got her into this mess. I think it’s only fair that we get her out of it.”

Travis shrugged.

      “Makes sense.”

I got back into the car and so did my leather jacket wearing friend. I put the pedal to the metal and sped off. Hoping that nobody had been able to memorize my face for the cops. In no time at all we had reached Interstate 580. By then me and Travis had eased up a bit.

      “What the fuck Jackson?” I asked

      “What do you mean what the fuck?”

      “Since when the hell were you an arms dealer?”

      “Dude I’ve hidden that gun in your car since day one. Together with some custom tranquilizer darts.” Travis sneered

      “WHY?!”

      “Emergencies. Like just now duh?”

      “No I meant why didn’t you use the tranquilizer darts on her in the first place?!” I asked while gesturing towards the cyan blue mare who was peacefully asleep

      “That’s a good question...”

I shook my head and sighed. Sometimes he could be so forgetful.

      “So, where to now Grace?” Travis asked

      “We’re on Interstate 580. We’ll reach National Park soon enough. We’ll stop for the night once we find another motel.”

I sped into the 140 Highway. We were in National Park now. It won’t be long until we arrived at El Portal Rd, after that, El Capitan where we’ll make a quick pit stop to fill up on gas. Then, on to Tioga Pass Rd and through Ellery Lake then we’ve gotta go through Death Valley on the road to Vegas. We’d probably stop somewhere along Death Valley in a motel then continue onto Las Vegas where we’d stay for some sight-seeing then only continue our road trip. And maybe some gambling. Hey I’m only human.

      “Dude the only motel is in Death Valley. We’ve gotta make it there by sundown.”

      “On it.”

I floored it and the car went even faster. Not a very good idea especially on windy roads like these. It was already 12:27 P.M. I had to burn rubber.

Two hours later...

I had stopped by at the gas station on El Capitan for a quick refill. I got out of the car and went to the back. I put the hose into the gas tank and waited. Jackson however, stepped out of the car and began doing an invigorating jig. Just because he can.

       “What are you doing?” I asked him

       “Gotta keep the blood circulating. I don’t know when we’re gonna reach another place where I can stretch my legs and I’m making the best of it.”

Sometimes, I just don’t know about that boy.

I filled up the tank and paid. I got back in the car and so did Travis who seemed a little upset he couldn’t continue his dancing class, maybe it was the thought that he was gonna have to get back in the car with ME driving it. I drove out of the gas station and seconds later and I mean SECONDS, the pony sticks it’s head in between me and Travis. Her eyes were half lidded and she sounded drowsy, her head lolled around.

      “Where am I?” She slurred

Luckily, Travis had the shotgun locked and loaded. With the darts of course. Next Chapter: Cuddly Time Bombs and The Death Motel Estimated time remaining: 47 Minutes