You woke up only to find your head conveniently rested on Keith's shoulder. You were both sitting against the hard wall, snuggled up. Turning your view sideways, you saw Hunk drooling on your shoulder.

"GAH—" You hopped up, causing Keith and Hunk to hit their heads on each other.

"OW!" Keith grunted. Hunk passed out from the concussion.

You held your arms. "I was sitting on the far side of the room, how did I mov—" That's when it came to you. "Pidge. . ." you muttered.

Pidge's expression was smug. It made you sick to your stomach. You were so going to get her for this later. But in the meantime, you got ready for the day. You shuffled around the toaster-oven of a room and tried sorting out the clothes you were planning to wear.

"(F/C)-black, (F/C)-black, (F/C)-black. Ooh, black and (F/C). Yeah, let's shake it up a little." And so, you changed into those clothes after shooing Lance away from the bathroom since the bathtub was his bed for the night. After applying some intense eyeliner, you came out.

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Shiro was the first to say. Keith was just getting up, he placed on his signature red jacket before taking out some hair products. He basically poured out his hairspray on his hair, probably using half the bottle. Pidge was coughing since she was behind him.

"Man! That's like a waterfall! Stop using so much," Pidge complained. Keith only ignored her. Matt was having an asthma attack from too much inhalation of it.

"Look, even Hunk passed out!" Lance pointed out.

"Nah, don't worry. He just has a concussion," Keith reassured. Everyone's jaw was agape.

"Whatever, I'm just gonna head out. I can't stand this hotel's reek for another second," you commented.

"That's not the hotel, that's Lance."

"WHO SAID THAT!?" Lance screeched. Nobody uttered a word.

"Whatever, I'll meet you dorks outside." You opened the door and waited outside. There were a few sketchy hobos here and there, but you kept to yourself. Keith was the first to join you.

"Hey."

"Oh, hey," you responded. "So, what are we going to be doing today?"

He answered, "well, there's going to be a rodeo tomorrow night. For today, we could sightsee around."

". . .What's to sightsee in this town? The roadkill?"

"NO, there's a city up ahead. We could check that out. My dad used to take me to—" He looked over to see that you were already asleep from his monologue. He growled. "WAKE UP!"

"WH—oh, yeah. That sounds fun."

He hmphed. "All my ideas are fun."

You glanced at the building you were staying in before turning to him. "Sure."

"It's a new experience, stop being so stuck-up."

"Whatever you say. But when I get mugged, I'm blaming you."

You and Keith shared a laugh. The same feeling of warmth came up again. "Well, uh—let's get ready to go."

"Okay," you responded, a bit disappointed in the moment ending. But you shook it off. All the others were changing out of their sleepwear, so it'd probably be thirty minutes before everyone was set for the day. You put on some black spiky heeled boots because you liked to punish yourself.

For the time being, you relaxed on the couch, flipping through an Emo 2 The Extremo edition of a Kerrang! magazine you brought with you. All the pictures of My Chemical Romance made you emotional. Please make a comeback. Please. After contemplating your existence, Shiro exited the bathroom.

"Okay, I got my shower. Any of you want one?" he asked, trying to get the bugs out of his hair.

". . .No, thanks," Lance responded with a gag. Shiro shrugged and opened the door.

"I guess Keith will be our guide for the day. You wanna take the lead?"

Keith nodded and did as he said. "I rented us a van for the day—so we don't stand out."

Finally, a bit a normalcy. You all piled into the van, Keith was the driver for this round. Shiro felt a bit relieved since he had the chance to seize a nap. You took the passenger's seat, causing the rest to smush in together. No regrets.

"Where to?" you questioned.

Keith answered, "San Antonio."

Everyone oohed and aahed. You've never in your life been to a large city like that. It sounded like a heap of fun. Maybe for once in your life, you could feel real joy.

"Your idea sucks, get me a burger," you told him with a poker face.

"Shut up, you're gonna enjoy it," he answered with no questions asked.

Hunk was looking over a brochure he got from the hotel. "It says here that the grand opening of a luxury restaurant is opening!"

"We're broke, keep looking," Shiro reminded.

Pidge snatched it and her eyes immediately lit up. "A science expo is taking place tonight!!"

"No way, let's go to the Comic-Con. It'll be full of hot cosplayer chicks," Lance suggested, peering over their shoulders to see the events on the paper.

"I think I heard someone in the lobby talking about a seminar on crippling depression being hosted at the local hospital," you mentioned.

"No, we're doing something fun," Keith declared.

"That is fun," you responded with a dead-serious look on your face. Keith squeezed both of his hands out of annoyance.

"You know what? How about I pick." He pondered for a few seconds before saying, "let's try one of the Rio San Antonio cruises. That sounded kind of nice, actually.

"What if the boat tips over and we yeet?" you asked him.

"Then thank Heavens I won't have to hear you complain anymore," Keith quipped with a sly smirk. He didn't even break his gaze off the steering wheel. You crossed your arms, trying to think of a comeback—but nothing came to mind. Eventually, he turned the key and got out the car out of park. Thus, the journey began. Everyone in the back was being annoying—either asking how long until they arrived, needing to use the restroom, or just wanting McDonald's. The third topic was the most popular for this occasion.

"I'm really hungry, can we get breakfast?" Hunk asked. Keith groaned, ignoring him. Until their cries got worse.

"C'mon, Keith! I'm starving!"

"Have a heart."

"There's a KFC bag in the road, can we stop and get it?"

"FINE!" Keith was quick to give in. They all cheered as he pulled into the nearest McDonald's. You had your arms crossed—at least they would shut up.

The team was cheering, ecstatic about their upcoming meals. However, Keith stopped it by ordering one black coffee for himself and driving away. Suddenly, Keith seemed more attractive than ever.

". . .Do you want us to starve or something?" Pidge asked, not laughing at all.

"Oh, come on! There's going to be food at the cruise," he answered.

"WE'RE GONNA DIEEEEE!" Lance whined. Keith put in his earbuds and just tuned it out. Speaking of music. . .

"You guys mind if I put in a CD?" you asked them.

"Yeah, sure," Shiro half-heartedly replied since he was trying to calm down Lance. You took your black mini bag and pulled one out, getting the disk and sticking it in the slot. Turning up the volume, you filled the car with your melodious hard rock. Everyone except Keith reactively jumped up from the immediate noise. Shiro screeched over the amplified crashing of metal drums and electric guitars, "TURN IT OFF!!!"

"NO!!!" you shouted back. Keith chuckled.

"THIS IS GARBAGE!!!" Lance commented.

Keith responded, "LIKE YOU!!!"

Shiro finally just reached over and disabled it himself. The speakers were probably busted after that. So far, nobody was happy. What else is new?

"How far away are we?" Pidge asked.

Keith answered, "probably about thirty minutes."

For now, you only looked out the window, gazing at all the scenery passing you by. After what seemed forever, the car approached the city of San Antonio—and it was beautiful. It was much more botanical than you expected. Keith rolled down the windows, letting the breeze pass through his sable hair. Sigh—what a dream. Keith glanced over at you in a suspicious manner.

"What?" he asked.

"UH—nothing," you declined to answer his question. All these blissful reveries were starting to make your stomach turn.

Besides, you were growing tired of the group in the back murmuring about their hunger. Like, if they're so hungry—stop thinking about food. Nonetheless, it was still an interesting trip.

But that would evolve into an adjective that was much richer than interesting. Here's where things started going much worse.

The place Keith was currently driving in was dingy and dirty. Pidge, Hunk, and Lance shuddered at the sight. But of course, you always have to pass the bad places in cities.

Until a police siren went off. Keith looked in the rearview window—turned out, a cop car was right on his tail. Keith groaned.

"You shouldn't have been speeding!" Shiro lectured. Keith groaned, yet he didn't even slow down to stop—instead, he dug his boot onto the gas pedal, causing an instantaneous jolt of a faster pace. Everyone grew anxious. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Keith—I swear, if this is how we die—" Though you were interrupted.

"I know my way around these parts, I'll dodge this hoser easily!" Keith narrowed his eyes on the road and hunched over the steering wheel—like he was in a drag race or something. The increasing speed was thrilling—like something out of The Fast and the Furious. Everyone was either pleading for him to pull over or texting their mothers their final goodbyes.

"YOU BETTER PULL OVER YOU 'LIL BRAT!!!" shrieked Shiro. "OR SO HELP ME—YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR—"

Keith didn't listen though. The minivan sped through unofficial shortcuts, abandoned buildings even. By this time, several sheriff cars showed up at the scene, doing their best to stop Keith's insane actions.

Keith monologued, "HA! I AM THE KING OF THE ROAD! NOTHING CAN STOP ME—" Until he was interrupted. The tire popped.

The sudden bangs from the tire led the authorities to believe that he was shooting with a firearm.

"PUT DOWN THE WEAPON. COME OUT OF THE CAR WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD," was yelled through a megaphone.

You and Keith exchanged a look with the expressions of two disturbed teenager.

Well, that certainly was crazy. But what was going to happen next. . .?