I would like to dedicate this chapter to @green writer because all her works are simply fabulous! I have been reading her "Town" series like crazy. Love Belinda's a lot so far! Thanks for writing such amazing stories! :)

AND YES GUYS I FINALLY UPDATED AFTER LIKE FOUR MONTHS, NOW ENJOY THE CHAPTER...

"Hey!" 

Startled, the car swerved into the other lane, receiving blares of the horn from a dangerously close car. I waved my hand out the window, as a form of apology, before controlling the car into the side lane. I took a minute to calm my breathing and making sure the car was stable.

Letting out a sigh, I shot the British idiot beside me the darkest glare, making a split second decision and smacking him over the head. 

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He muttered, rubbing the back of his head. 

"For startling me while I'm driving!"

"I did not–" I shot him another dirty glare, "–ok, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to startle you."

"Well, speaking — no, shouting — after two hours of silence will obviously scare me!"

"Sorry." He murmured.

I grumbled incoherent words under my breath before asking, "Well, what did you want to say?"

"I was going to ask you, if you could pull up to the next rest stop."

With furrowed eyebrows, I turned to him, "Why?"

"I have to use the loo." 

I blinked, then after a few seconds let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "I never knew people actually used that term."

"Why is that?" He asked, with a confused look on his face.

"I just thought it was a stereotypical, cliché British word."

"Well it's not." He scowled, "So stop when you see the restroom will you?"

I rolled my eyes, but nodded nonetheless. 

After leaving Sacramento behind, I was driving down south trying to catch up to the red little bug on my GPS, aka pinhead Preston, who was, unfortunately, at least five hours ahead of us. We had just crossed San Jose, and were about to enter into Santa Cruz.

Taking the second exit, I eased into the city streets and rolled down the windows, letting a gust of hot air breeze in through the windows.

After a couple of minutes, I parked in a KFC parking lot (MacDonald's is too overrated), then turning to my side with an eyebrow raised, "Mr. Pierce, you are free to now go to the loo."

With a sour face, he climbed out of the passenger seat making his way into the fast-food restaurant, with me following slowly behind.

Already knowing what to order, I stood in line patiently waiting for the elderly woman to complete her order.  When my turn came I ordered two Zingers meals, obviously. Just as I paid, I felt a someone looming over me. "I can pay for myself." I thrusted one of the medium soda cups into his open open, and filled mine, half full of ice, with Mountain Dew.

I rolled my eyes, "You were taking too long, and I was hungry. Hope you're okay with a Zinger." Moving swiftly around him, I made my way over to the corner high-stool table. 

Few seconds of comfortable silence lingered before he decided to break it, "So...what's your favourite colour?"

"Really?" I cocked a brow, "What is this? Twenty questions?"

"Sure, why not?" He shrugged. "It would be great to know a little about the company I'm travelling with."

"More like imposing with." I muttered under my breath, taking a sip from my pop. I sighed, "Blue."

"Ah, so original," he stated, sarcasm lacing his voice. "I like yellow."

Raising an eyebrow I asked, "why yellow?"

"It's a bright and happy colour, and it represents hope." He replied, with a slightly pained expression. I stared him, confused at the sudden change in mood. However, before I comment on it he swiftly directed the conversation elsewhere, "Now it's your turn."

I rolled my eyes, but obliged anyway. "Are you here just for the summer, or...?"

"I'll be staying for a few months," he answered vaguely. "Why are you so eager to find your brother?"

I let out a breath, "you don't need to know and it's a long story."

"Does it look like I'm going anywhere?"

I huffed, "This game is stupid. I don't need to tell you anything."

"Why are yo —"

"Order number forty six!" The lady at the counter hollered, interrupting Soren, thankfully.

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the to go bag, before sprinting out the front door to my Jeep. Few seconds later, Soren came strolling out, walking over to the car slowly as if to torment me. I honked impatiently, causing his pace to speed up. Once he was settled in, I took out my burger from the bag, placing my soda in the small holder, before passing him the bag. After receiving a 'thanks,' I ripped open the wrapper and took a large bite. Suppressing a moan, I reversed out of the parking lot, with my burger hanging ridiculously from my mouth. 

Once on the road again, I took hold of my burger, while controlling the wheel with the other hand. I could feel Soren's deep blue eyes piercing through the side of my head. He didn't say anything and turned away, so I ignored it. 

Not even ten minutes later, I had slurped the last of my chilled lemon drink with all our food finished, wrappers and fry baskets cleanly discarded into the backseat. The building traffic on the highway didn't help the current circumstance.

"Hey can you pass me a KitKat from the box?" I requested, keeping my eyes on the road. I heard him shuffling around before the small bar was held in front of me. 

"Thanks." I murmured before ripping open the package. Feeling his intent stare on the side of my head, I finally turned to face him. "What?" I questioned with furrowed brows when he didn't say anything.

"You're so generous. Thanks for offering me some chocolate too." He stated sarcastically. 

I snorted, "let's get one thing straight. You do not, and I mean do not touch my KitKats. They are for me and only me."

He raised his hands defensively. "Woah chill. Don't worry, I will not come between you and your addiction."

"It's not an addiction." I hollered, receiving an eye-roll in return. 

"Yeah ok." 

* * * 

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no h—

"Argh!" I cried, slapping the radio off, cutting Gwen Stefani's repetitive words. I received a light chuckle from the passenger seat making me even more frustrated.

"It's almost nine o'clock and we surely won't be able to reach them." Preston's voice echoed through the car after three hours of silence, excluding the terrible songs on every radio station. I blinked just noticing how dark the sky had become, and the decreasing amount of cars on the road. "And aren't you tired from driving for five hours?"

"I guess we should stop for the night." I sighed. 

"You should've just stopped in Fresno, half an hour ago." 

I bit my lip to keep from making a rude comment, as my irritation was beginning to grow. I was never one for long drives, and simply enjoyed staying at home. So this — almost six hour — long drive was beginning to get on my nerves. Noticing the illuminating neon sign, I took the next exit, entering into the small town of Hanford. 

The streets were mostly deserted, with only a few people hurrying home from work, and the restless teenagers whose night had just begun. 

"There." I turned to my side to notice Soren pointing off at something in the distance. I followed his line of vision realizing he was pointing towards a flickering motel sign. 

"I guess that'll do." I hummed, receiving an eye-roll in return.

As I parked the car in the empty barren lot, I made sure the car was locked, before following Soren into the motel lobby, who had his backpack thrown over his shoulder. I threw the garbage from our lunch into a nearby trashcan, and scurried in through the door that he was, kindly, holding open for me.

"Welcome to Best Western Hanford Inn! I'm Amanda!" A lady maybe two or three years older than me chirped at the front desk, her eyes not drifting from Soren. "What can I do for you?" She purred at him, to which he gave her a nervous chuckle, shooting me the 'help me' look.

With the roll of my eyes, I shoved Mr. British behind me, earning an irked look from the brunette. "Can we get two rooms please, only for tonight." 

Plastering on a fake smile, she nodded before turning around and grabbing two keys from the cubby on the wall. 

"Why not just one room with two beds?" Soren whispered from behind me, his breath brushing against my neck emitting a shiver.

"Why does it matter? They have enough rooms." I retorted.

"Here are your keys, and the total is $174.84." Amanda explained, interrupting our short conversation. I nodded as I pulled out my wallet from my purse, avoiding all the cards. 

I felt a warm palm rest over my hand, "I told you, I can pay for myself." With a deep sigh, I shake off his hand while placing two George Washington's in front of Amanda, before turning to face the idiot. 

"And I've told you, that you are too slow." I replied, suddenly aware of our proximity. His blue eyes were staring down at me intently, with a hint of irritation in them. I cleared my throat as I snatched the keys from the host's awaiting hands and marched off in the direction of room 211, not glancing back to see if Soren was following. 

After a short hunt, I found myself standing in front of a murky, dirty beige door with the number 211 adhered at the top. Cautiously, I placed the key into the keyhole and tentatively wrapped my fingers around the chipped doorknob. 

Just as I managed to open the door, with great struggle might I add, I heard someone holler a few feet away. "I am paying you back, you know that right?" I didn't say anything. 

I could hear the exhaustion in Soren's voice as he spoke up again. "When are we leaving?"

I bit my lip as I stared at him, "I'll wake you. Around seven maybe?" He nodded, before turning to unlock his own door.

"Soren." 

He looked back up with an arched brow, "Yeah?" 

"Try calling Sienna again. Maybe she turned her phone back on." 

"Maybe." He murmured. "Goodnight."

"Night." I replied, slipping into my room. Exhaling a breath, I thought back to my decisions and all the problems. However, there was one thought that lingered since the beginning. 

What would I do if I didn't find Preston in time.

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Woo! Finally updated. Sorry for the long wait.

Forgive me? 

Anyways.....I am not going to putting up a cast for Maisie or Preston, cuz like why?

Honestly, I would've made them as my OTP Stydia (Holland & Dylan). But I understand that not many people like this ship, and casts sometimes ruin the story cuz you can't imagine how you want the characters to be like. 

I will though, be having gifs like every damn chapter, just because gifs are the bomb.com 

Dave Franco and Shailene Woodley were first choices:

Tell me what you think! Until next time,

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