Thinking about a road trip with Eddie, it's the mid 90s, the vans on its last legs and he wanted one last hurrah in her.
The plans started as a convoy, a 12 strong group of friends and significant others all making plans over one too many drinks. Of course as they do, obligations picked people off one by one, the dates and times never quite aligning until somehow it dwindled to just you and him.
It starts a little awkward at first, you being more of a friend of Robins than someone who had spent any time with one on one with him, but that doesn't last long.
Hes exactly what you expected, cute, brash, funny, and an absolute stickler for driver picks the music.
The hours pass, punctuated by gas station pit stops and good natured bickering, which then turn into days. Filled with talks that go on into the early hours of the morning and looks that linger a little too long.
Then you find yourself somewhere you never expected to be.
Voice horse and face aching from smiling as Eddie speeds down a back road, in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, windows down, as he's yell-sings every word to Alanis Morissette’s You Oughta Know.