Lana hadn’t said anything about where they were going or when. But she had mentioned a possible road trip, for the weekend, with Brooke in passing to her father one day during their ships passing in the night conversations. It had been 3 am, or something like that a time when surely he had his bed occupied, and Jesse had been over, or perhaps it had been Brooke. There was always a chance it was both of them. The three were inseparable, even if not physically near each other. They were only a text or a Face Time call away. The Spyder roared to life under her and the roads to the motel were slow, easy, and smooth. It didn’t take her long to get there and the sun was barely up over the mid-day clouds.Â
Noon. It was a decent time to leave - no traffic, no problems getting to the cabin. They’d have a chance to stop for some food for the weekend, check out the stock of alcohol to make sure they were set, and push on until they were miles away from all the bullshit they were each dealing with. In any other situation, Lana was sure, a relationship like this wouldn’t work. But between the three of them, they kept each other afloat. Jesse brought something to the table that Brooke needed, Jesse for Lana, Brook, for Lana, Brooke for Jesse, and she offered something that they both somehow craved, too. Lana had never been one to share, but somehow, with the three of them, it just fucking worked.
Lana honked her horn three times and slipped her glasses up onto her head. “Let’s goooo, assholes. We’re wasting daylight.” Two more honks. “Get off your knees, Brook, we’ll have time for that later.” It was a joke, though, she wouldn’t be surprised if they were halfway through something, honestly.
