Something In Between: Sequel to On The Edge of Tomorrow

Chapter 44

This was hour one. Billy finally figured out that the secret to getting us to turn the song off was to enjoy it. Once we caught him chanting along to the lyrics, I knew it was time for something different. We shouted through all the songs that I haunted them with on our road trip: Who Let the Dogs Out?, Livin' on a Prayer, I'm Gonna Be, and Tubthumping.

"You two just like any song you can shout," Billy proclaimed after Tim and I had fully lost our voices from our jam session.

"Best bachelor week ever!" Tim proclaimed.

"My throat hurts," I whined.

"Slushy stop!" Tim chanted.

"Yes, I want blue!" I agreed.

"No, if you two start sucking down Slushies, you'll need to stop to pee every half hour," Billy groaned.

"Yeah, and then we'll be able to get more Slushy," I noted to Billy. Then I turned to Tim and added, "was he always this lame?"

"Yeah, lust blinded you," Tim offered.

"Thank goodness for Sam!" I agreed.

"You both suck," Billy pouted from the back as Tim pulled into a rest stop.

"One blue Slushy. Billy, you want anything?" Tim offered.

"Coffee; hot, black and bitter," Billy griped.

"One old man special," Tim nodded before slamming the door behind him.

"You realized you two are the worst," Billy shot at me.

"It's Tim's trip. You have to lean into the fun, mister!"

"Well, your fun seems to be at my expense."

"You are such a brat sometimes," I teased.

"Mmhmm, don't come crawling to me when your stomach hurts from your damn Slushy," Billy warned.

The conversation dropped as I focused on scrolling through my phone versus letting Billy's negative attitude impact me. This was Tim's trip; shouting bad 90s pop and drinking Slushies were exactly the plan.

"So much fun being had here," Tim teased as he climbed into his seat again and handed me my Slushy.

"He's so grumpy," I complained.

"You're so immature," Billy shot back, resulting in me sticking my newly blue tongue out at him.

"Now, now," Tim soothed, but then whispered, "Slushy race?"

"Yes!" I agreed.

"On three: one, two, three!" Tim yelled before we both started to suck down our drinks as quickly as possible.

"Ah, the pain," I yelled before sucking more of the frozen beverage.

"I'm definitely barfing today," Tim noted, before returning to his drink.

"I win!" I declared as I shook my empty cup in front of him.

"I'm not sure how, but I'm pretty sure you cheated!" Tim grumbled.

"Uh-oh," I whimpered. "Billy, I don't feel so good."

"Mmhmm," Billy knowingly agreed as I flopped down on the couch and rested my head on his lap. His hand gently combed through my hair. "It's called a sugar crash," he whispered.

Billy continued to comb through my hair as I fell asleep. I woke up to a low conversation between Tim and Billy.

"We're good." Billy's voice was even and smooth.