'I know exactly where iām going; getting closer, closer every day' please!
written while high as a kite
They had been in the car for two days and sixteen hours. Damianās hips were hurting from the cramp sedan Grayson had rented for their impromptuĀ āBro Tripā. Damian had tried to sit behind Grayson, but Drake had pulled a move that nearlyĀ impressed Damian and secured his spot for the ride firmly behind Grayson. That meant he was stuck behind Todd. The largest brother in the family. Damian, in short, was getting really tired of having his knees up his nostrils.
āI know exactly where Iām going,ā Grayson muttered over the sound of Simon and Garfunkel.
Drake met his eyes. When Damian looked up to the rearview mirror, he could see Toddās confused eyes.
āWhat did you say?ā Drake whispered.
āGetting closer,ā Grayson muttered again.
āTodd, check his pulse,ā Damian ordered up as he buckled in. If somehow Grayson got possessed at the last truck stop, heād have a better chance surviving a rolling vehicle if he was buckled up.
āOn it,ā Todd answered as his fingers pressed to Graysonās neck.
āCloser every day! You guys! We have two more days of driving? Arenāt you excited?ā
āPulse is fine,ā Todd said as he leaned back.Ā āDick? You feeling okay?ā
āFine,ā Grayson said at the same Tim said,Ā āShould we call Bruce?ā
āNo, Bruce knows Iām taking you Canada. Arctic circle-ish area. But yeah, we have about two days left!ā
Damian sort of wished that his brother had been possessed. Because that would have meant two less days of having his knees jabbing into the back of Toddās unnecessarily reclined seat.
