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𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭, Samantha began to regret her decision of agreeing to go on the trip. Her suitcase getting stuck in the doors as they closed on it and her having to yank it out only deepened her sour mood.
"Uh-uh. I know that face," Pontius blocked her vision with his hands on her cheeks, "This is your 'I hate life, fuck you for making me do this' face."
"You know me so well." She sarcastically joked rolling her eyes and shoving his hands away.
It was only two weeks ago when Sammy swore up and down she wasn't going on the stupid trip filled with stupid boys and stupid cars. Ohh how she wishes she can go back in time and tell her childhood friend "no means no". In most cases he understands that phrase, but when it comes to convincing poor old Sammy to do something she'll most likely regret later, it's like she spoke in a foreign language.
Chris tried catching up to Sammy, who was now speed walking towards the gate of their flight. He didn't want to piss her off even more and tell her that her bag may be too big for the trip and they won't let her bring it in the car, but given her current state it was best to keep it from her.
𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. He was the only one out of the group not there and they're supposed to be boarding in five minutes.
"We can't just leave him?" Complained Sammy. She stood with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to a side, looking at the man who tried calling the missing person again.
Johnny took the ringing phone away from his ear and looked at the girl through his dark aviators and replied back, "No we cannot just leave him. What is- what is wrong with you."
His statement meant little to her as she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time. Turning around to take a seat, Samantha didn't pay attention to the person who sat beside her, watching as she slumped and sighed waiting for whoever it is that's late to hurry their ass up.
"You alright?"
Glancing to her right, the girl took notice to the man with a buzz-cut. She's met him a handful of occasions, each one he was very nice and funny...kinda loud and jittery at the same time but it didn't bother the girl.
She layed her head on the backrest of the airport seat and told him, "I'm over stimulated."
Steve-O scoffed at her comment and copied her position, closing his eyes as he did so.
Peeking over at the man, Sammy noticed how relaxed he had actually been. He wasn't his usual spasmatic self and it surprised her. She's heard stories of how out of control this guy is, witnessing some of it herself, but to see him so calm and collected made her question what was up.
He could feel someone watching him, their stare disrupting his rest. Slowly turning his head towards her, he opened his eyes and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
Squinting her eyes at him, she answered back with a, "No."
"Then why you starin' at me like I do?"
Now shifting her whole body to face him, she rested her head in her hands and continued to stare. Steve-O watched as she scanned his whole aura, taking everything in.
"There's something off about you."
He scoffed again with a smile, shaking his head at the girl and readjusted his position to get more comfortable. Steve-O didn't bother to continue that conversation, not wanting to go into detail on why he's "off". She gave up trying to read him after two minutes and mirrored his position.
Sammy must have zoned out because after five minutes of trying to count each tile on the roof, she felt a tap on the arm and someone saying that it was time to get in the plane. Hastily grabbing her carryon and her ticket that was in her back pocket, the brunette made her way over to the boarding group.
An arm made its way around her shoulders and the familiar smiley face watch tattoo made her realize very quickly who it was. Sammy tilted her head to confirm her suspicions and let out a tired sigh after she realized she was correct.
"You ready to have the most awesome time of your life." Chris let out a low laugh and smiled, trying to make his friend feel better after basically dragging her into this trip.
She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, "I dunno...hopefully."
Those slightly hopeful words made him pull her close and squeeze as they walked forward, "See that's the spirit...kinda...as long as you make the best of it and don't sulk, I guarantee you'll have a blast."
"I miss my baby and I bet she misses me. What kind of mom leaves their kid for a trip that they didn't want to go on in the first place."
Chris looked down and reassured, "Don't worry. Hailey is being taken care of by one of the best."
"Wow. That made me feel so much better."
"You know, sarcasm will only get you so far." He exclaimed letting go of the girl.
She was next in line to hand her ticket in and board, so as she handed the piece of paper in and walked down the hallway towards the door of the plane, Sammy began to walk backwards while looking at Pontius and yelled back, "it's working out fine so far."
❞𝐎𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧?❞
From the airport, the whole crew went straight to the Gumball 3000 event. Sammy still had the slightest clue on what the plan was for the next couple of days and other than Pontius reassuring her every five seconds it was going to be fun, she was completely lost.
"You're comin' with me, O, Knoxville & Dimitri in a car that still hasn't been decided while the rest of them ride in a mini van." Chris explained.
She shoved her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and furrowed her eyebrows, "Ok, wait. We don't have a car?"
Right as Chris was going to reply, someone puking behind them interrupted and made the small group stop.
"Ohh my god." Sammy placed a hand to her mouth. They had been in London for maybe an hour or two, no more. How is this man already yaking all over the sidewalk? Debating whether or not she should try helping Steve-O, she saw how the cameras were rolling and realized it was probably all for show.
As the camera pointed away from Steve-O and to the girl who still had a face of disgust, Pontius somehow ended up drawing a mustache on his face making everything more chaotic. At this point, Sammy had no control of her emotions and started laughing along with everyone else. She thought to herself I'm already on this trip, might as well make the best of it.
"I just puked out my vocal cords." Steve-O said to the camera as he fixed the glasses on his face.
Chris and Samantha stared at the man in disbelief. He looked back at them with a mixture of shock and confusion as he asked, "Is puking bad for your throat?"
Pontius responded with a shake of his head, "Yes! It's horrible for it."
"Do you want water or something...Probably a mint too?" Sammy asked with genuine concern.
She now had her left hand to her heart and her right handing the boy a water bottle she saved from the airport. Steve-O accepted it gratefully and thanked her before walking ahead towards Johnny.
Cameras were still on and they found themselves back on her. She stood still while looking back and forth from the camera guy to Steve-O, while laughing, "What the actual fuck just happened."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 what seemed to be a tunnel that lead to the parking garage where all the cars and everyone else would be. Sammy walked around admiring the expensive cars people had out on display and would widen her eyes at the price of each one.
Chris wondered off leaving her with Steve-O. It was fine at first, the two sharing which cars they found the nicest. As they turned a corner to a different section of vehicles, a man with a grey car caught the boys attention and he took the girl by the wrist so she could follow him to it.
She didn't get to ask why she was being pulled away from her previous spot, Steve-O jumping straight in to asking the man questions about his car, "Hey is this your ride?"
The man, whose name they learned was Christopher, replied with a, "yeah".
"So what does one of these go for?" Sammy asked, looking at the car and then back at the man.
"About fifty three thousand..."
Her eyes bulged out of her head at the price of the car. The Toyota Camry she had back at home was less than half the price of his.
"So that's not too bad." Steve-O commented, earning a scoff from the girl to his right. He looked down to her with a small smile as she playfully rolled her eyes at him.
The man walked away and so did the two young adults, along with the camera men that followed them their every step.
Sammy had to admit, she was wrong about the trip. So far she was really enjoying the rally and everyone apart of it. Chris, even though he abandoned her, made the trip more bearable and gave her some sort of comfort that she at least knew someone. Steve-O was good company to keep around too, most likely because everything that came out of his mouth made the girl laugh.
Meeting up with Pontius, the three stood with a man who was supposedly a contender for having the most expensive car in the lot. From the looks of it, he rightfully should be. His black Bentley definitely stood out the most compared to the other cars there.
"And how much did he say it was again?"
Glancing at the girl, Steve-O answered back, "Four hundred."
"Four hundred? That's it?", Sammy stared at him with a confused look on her face. There was no way that nice of a car costed that little.
"Thousand, Sammy," Chris interjected, "Four hundred thousand."
That seems more like it. The girl placed a hand to her forehead and dwelled on the fact that everyone around her not only made more money than she could ever imagine, but that their cars cost more than her as a whole.
The race was starting soon and there was still no car. Sammy doesn't know who's idea it was, but the two boys decided to strip their clothes and walk around in their speedos.
"Sammy...come over here and stick this on my back!"
She hesitantly walked over to Chris and took the sticker that the he wanted stuck on his back. She held it out to herself and raised an eyebrow, looking back at her friend who was putting different ones on the rest of his body.
"You do realize these go on the cars, right?" Sammy stuck it on his back regardless, turning him around to speak to him directly. His star shaped glasses took her a bit off guard and the matching booty shorts was just the cherry on top.
He handed her more stickers and in a dead serious tone told her, "We are the cars."
"We? What do you mean we?"
Sammy spoke too soon. Steve-O came up right next to her with his cheetah print speedo in all its glory, handing her another stack of stickers with a cheeky grin.
"Sticker me up, Sam. We've got a rally to attend." Steve-O exclaimed, holding his arms out and waited for her to begin.
She stared at the two boys dumbfounded. The camera men wanted to capture this moment in its prime and made sure to get every part of it.
"Is this allowed?" Sammy asked one of the cameras with a concerned face. All she got in response was a shrug and a laugh back.
People started to stare at them and laugh. Two grown men in nothing but booty shorts and speedos, placing stickers that belong on cars on their bodies. Sammy stepped back to get a look at her master piece, trying to cover her laugh with her hand as the boys started posing.
The two sticker covered boys started strutting away, Chris turning to the camera to try and justify their reason for the new look, "At this point in the race we're not really sure if we have a car..."
"...so everyone is putting stickers on their car, so we're putting stickers ourselves 'cause there's a very good chance we're going to be riding each other to Russia."
Samantha covered her face in embarrassment as Steve-O jumped on Pontius' back, the later yelling while running away.
"There's no way I'm surviving a week drive with twiddledee and twiddledum in the backseat," Sammy told Dimitry, who turned his camera towards her.
"Please let me ride shotgun." He lowered the praying hands she stuck out towards him and shook the camera side to side, signaling a "no".
❞𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬.❞
Sammy looked at the boy to her right with an amused smile, "Gumballers?...really?"
Johnny, Dimitry, Steve-O, Chris and Sam finally got a car, a 1989 Jaguar XJ6 to be exact, and were supposedly headed to Berlin. Dimitry was driving and Johnny sat in the passengers seat, the rest squished in the back with the girl in the middle.
"So, Sammy, why'd you decide to come ride with us?" Johnny asked giggling, holding a camera to her face.
She crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders, "Well it's not like I had a choice."
"True...excited to be one of the guys?" Knoxville now sat on his knees, leaning over his chair with the camera still recording.
"Yeah dude...I've been waiting for this moment my whole life." She replied with a overdramatic tone.
Steve-O snapped out of whatever trance he was in while looking out the window and turned to the girl on his right, jabbing her side, "Hey! That's my line."
Shoving the boys hand away, Sammy playfully backhanded his chest and told him, "Sucks to suck, It's mine now."
"Ohh yeah?" He tried back.
Sammy got in the boys face and stared him straight in the eyes, "Yeah DUDE."
Everyone in the car laughed and it continued like that for a while. The five young adults chatted and joked up until they entered the channel tunnels.
"Bro...I'm starting to get antsy." Sammy mumbled to herself, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. She tried to relieve some tension by leaning to her right and stretching her legs out, but that just lead to her laying across Pontius and Steve-O.
"Hey hey hey...you're smushing me," Chris cried out as the back of her head was pushing his up against the window, "And I've got a mouthful of your hair."
She relaxed in the position she was in with a satisfied sigh, not caring that she was definitely taking up most of the space in the tight car.
"Sorry but the seatbelt was going up my ass and It was making me cramp up." Sam placed her arms behind her head and shut her eyes, using Pontius' thighs as a pillow. Chris pretend the suffocate her with a makeshift pillow, only stopping when he saw one of her eyes open.
Playing with the laces of her converse, Steve-O joked, "Things in your ass make you uncomfortable?"
Laughing at his question, Sammy sat up and leaned against her friends body instead of laying down. She looked at the boy who was tying and untying her laces with an amused face before answering, "Wouldn't you like to know."
"I'm dying to know actually."
Sammy kicked Steve-O in the leg, laughing as he grabbed it and pulled so she would slide on her back.
"I feel like a baby turtle." She laughed out, trying to get herself back up. Pontius grabbed her feet that were kicking in the air and pulled them down so she'd bend even more.
"AHH...DREW STOP!"
She really couldn't control her laughter at this point. And the more she struggled the more stuck she got. Johnny just so happened to pop back in the car at this point, his cameraman trying to peek inside to get what was going on on video.
His eyes went wide as a laugh escaped his lips, "What the hell? I'm gone for two minutes and you turn our guest into a freakin' pretzel."
Chris reluctantly let go of her feet and laughed as she rocked back up, inhaling deeply. The bun she had in the beginning of the trip was no longer standing up straight, her long sleeve ed hardy shirt was riding up and her cheeks were red from the blood traveling to her head.
"I stopped breathing for a second." She stated catching her breath. Her feet were now firmly placed on the car floor and she rested her head back, puffing her cheeks.
"Wasn't that a sight for sore eyes," Knoxville teased to the camera, "You alright there?"
She raised her arm towards the spiky haired man and gave him a thumbs up, "Feelin' peachy."
"Hey," Steve-O said from beside her, bumping his arm with hers to get her attention, "Why'd you yell Drew?"
She rolled her head to face him and scrunched her face, "Huh?"
"When you were face down ass up, you yelled out 'Drew Stop'...who the fuck is Drew?"
"Ohh that's me." Chris piped up, leaning forward so he can speak directly to his friend.
"Yeah...my brothers name is Chris so my family refers to him by his middle name. Guess my near death experience caused it to slip out." Sammy chuckled.
Knoxville closed his door once the cameraman left and leaned up against it, his feet up against the middle consul, "That's something I've been meaning to ask by the way. How do you guys know each other?"
"We're family friends and were close in age, so we kinda just grew up together. I got my very own built in best friend." She jokingly gushed the last part, wrapping a arm around his neck and bringing him in close.
Pontius tried unraveling the girl off him, making a face as if he was repulsed, "This friendship was forced."
Managing to wrap both arms around his waist, Sammy laughed at his attempts to push her off by the shoulders, "Don't fight it...let it happen."
The drivers door slamming got their attention. Dimitry plopped himself in the seat and turned to the group in the car, "We're getting off this train in like twenty minutes and then we're off to Berlin."
Sam cheered at his statement, causing the rest of them to laugh.
"Excited much?" Steve-O joked.
"To get out of this car and actually sleep in bed," she shifted in her seat to get more comfortable, "yes."
//𝐚.𝐧.
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐣 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞.
𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐭𝐰...𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝