"So, where should we settle; in a parking lot, like where we are right now, a beach, or a trailer park?" Bonnie asked Shelly. Bonnie was in the middle of a Target parking lot, lying in bed with Shelly. "...Or should we just both go to bed because it's five o'clock in the morning?" Shelly remarks. "How about you sleep and I drive? I don't want to sleep out here because there's either gonna be creeps, crackheads, or people high on life." Bonnie remarks. "Good point. I guess I'll just sleep, then." Shelly replies. "Good night—er, good morning, I guess." Bonnie mumbled.
Bonnie drove for about five hours, before finally reaching a city. Bonnie looked to her right to see a sign that said, "WELCOME TO DRUSET!" the sign exclaimed. Bonnie was very skittish, because she had never traveled this long before without anyone to protect her. At least I have my powers, thought Bonnie. Bonnie drove onto the next highway, drove left and right, up and down hills, before finally reaching a park. "Finally," Bonnie murmured. "now let's see if there's a trailer park here." Bonnie said to herself. Bonnie drove a couple of miles, her GPS telling her to go this street or that road, but then finally reaching a trailer park. "Jackpot." Bonnie whispered, trying not to wake Shelly up. She drove down the pathway, the trailer park consisting of people living in vans or RV's just for the "aesthetic", people who are doing drugs/booze and can not afford a house due to them spending all their money on illegal drugs and/or booze, people who used to do drugs before finally quitting and currently are in recovery, or people who just never/can not/did not want to live in a home. Bonnie then rolled down her window to see a young woman with her husband outside eating breakfast. "Hey, do you know any parking spots that are empty?" Bonnie says to the lady. "Yes, actually, keep going up, and then take a right onto Tiefer lane, and there should be an empty parking spot laying there." The young woman yells. "Alright, thank you!" Bonnie replies. "No problem!" Bonnie drove to Tiefer lane, seeing two empty parking spots there. She parked crookedly, yet not caring enough to fix it, but still hoping she doesn't get a parking ticket. Bonnie unbuckled her seatbelt and walked to her kitchen. She opened her fridge and brought out a dozen eggs, taking two from the carton. Bonnie then went on to make an omelette, the smell and the noise waking Shelly up. "Hey. What time is it?" Shelly groans. "10:17 A.M." Bonnie states. "Do you want something to eat?" Bonnie asks Shelly. "Sure. Make me french toast, if you don't have the ingredients, then make me runny eggs. I like them runny." Shelly says. Bonnie laughs. "Okay." Maggot climbs on Shelly, waking her up. "Aww, who's this cute fella?" Shelly asks. "Oh, him? His name's Maggot. He's a stray cat that I adopted." Bonnie says. "He's adorable! Hey, after this, do you want to maybe mess around at the park?" Shelly questions. "Sure—but wait, how will I go undercover?" Bonnie asks. "Easy, you'll alter your appearance! You might have to cut your hair, dye your hair, or put on a hat. You can also put contacts in, too!" "Okay, so I'm going to cut mine, and put contacts in. I'm gonna cut it short at the local barber. Wanna come with me?" "Sure, but first, put contacts in, use a hat, maybe some makeup, and put your hair up." "Wait, I didn't pack makeup or contacts!" "Don't worry, I did. I had a feeling something like this would happen." "Thanks, Shelly." Bonnie put in contacts, put her hair into a ponytail, used layers of makeup, and put on a hat. They walked to the barber, looking both ways, and entered. The room was very warm and cozy, the wallpapers being red and string lights reaching the edge of the ceiling. There was a crimson colored couch sitting near the front door, with knitted blankets and pillows covering the couch. "Ah, welcome! How can I help you?" The barbarian said. "Hello, miss! I would like to get my hair cut to something like this," Bonnie opened her phone and showed her this image:
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"Ah, alright! Take a seat for me miss..uhm.." "Maxxine. Maxxine Novak." Bonnie sat down for an hour, before the barbarian finally showed her the final look. "So, how do you think, Maxxine?" "I love it! It's very well done, too!" "Alrighty, your total will be forty dollars!" Maxxine handed her the cash, and then jogged back to their van. "I love the hair!" Shelly said. "Thanks, I'm gonna wash this makeup off, I don't get how some people wear this for hours, but it's likely because I have sensitive skin." Bonnie went into the bathroom and washed all the makeup off, then finally taking off her contacts. "So, do you wanna go to the park now?" Bonnie asks. "Hell yeah!"
