It All Started With A Lamp

Chapter 4

Jacks POV:

Its hard to hitchhike. Especially guys with girlfriends. The only people who stop to give me a ride are ladies who only want one thing. One woman who picked me up wouldn't take her hand off my thigh. When I told her that I had a girlfriend, she pulled over, moved on top of me, and started stroking me.

   "Why are you with a loser? You need a real woman, someone who could give you what you need..." she trails off, kissing my neck.

     I pushed her off me, disgusted with her actions. "No thanks. I already have everything I need, and more," I smiled lazily, thinking of Audrey. I hop out of the car, eager to get away from that woman. "I bid you, adoo," (pronounced uh-doo) and bow, then walk away. She huffs and drives away, leaving me to keep walking.

    After a few hours of walking, I finally get someone else to pick me up. A guy named Mason, who's really cool. We hit it off and after 5 minutes, we're mates for life.

    "So, dude, where are we goin' again? Mason asks for the third time. I love the guy like a brother, sure, but he's a meathead with a rock for a brain.

"I'll say it again. We. Are. Going. To. Orville. You. Sack. Of. Fucking. Potatoes!" I laugh. He glares at me. "You callin'  me stupid?" I glance at him. "No! I was calling you a genius!" I exclaimed sarcastically. He shoved me, "You asshole! I oughta beat the crap outa you just for thinking that!!"

   We pull into a motel to stay the night. I carry the stuff and be the only existing brain between the two of us to find our room while he provides the cash to pay for the room. When we get to our room, I put our stuff away while Mason gets ready for and I follow. Two beds of course, guys don't sleep together, ( Unless they do, obviously. Got to love gay guys!).

    I get into bed, thinking of Audrey. If she remembered me, why did she leave? Does she not love me anymore? No, it couldn't be that, could it? Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, and lulled myself to sleep.

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The next morning we take quick showers and head downstairs for breakfast. There isn't much choice, but the food is pretty decent. While I stick with a bagel and coffee black, Mason piled up on eggs, bacon, bagels, anything he could fit on his plate.

     "I don't know which is going to come first." He looks at me in confusion, "What comes first?" I smile, " You getting diabetes or popping like a balloon. Who knows? Maybe you'll get diabetes while popping!" I laugh.

     He smirks, "You're just jealous of my big stomach, ya pansy." We both laugh.

     Once we had our stomach filled. We got our stuff together, and checked out of the hotel. Packing our things into the car, we turn on some music and prepare for a long day of driving.