A/n: (I never wrote things like fanfic *cough cough cringy starters cough*sorry) uhm, decided to lighten up the mood. Taken in Connor's POV, I'll try to make the next one both sides

*Flashback*
I always remember little car rides with the summer wind blowing on my face from the crack of the window. The music stayed in the background as me and my family played games, such as ispy and such, to kill time.

My favorite two games always will be a memory to never burn. My family and I played a game we named 'rhyming game'. We would go around in a circle and pick any word and rhyme it with something else. It sounds so stupid, but I mean, I was seven or six, what do you expect. The other one we played was, 'is that mommy?' That was a game to for real kill time for us. When my family was close and my mother went in the store, we would get impatient. So, Zoe decided that we should guess everytime that the door to the store open if it was our mom or not before the person came out fully.

We all giggled and laughed... intil it burned down into ashes of forgotten memories. I blame my father for destroying it slowly with his achoholic and cheating problems. Bastard.

*Present time*

I sighed as I tapped the eraser from my pencil on Evan's kitchen
table, staring at the blank page of the sketch book, waiting for my creativity to spill all over it .

Jared was going off about doing a 'field trip' to somewhere. Not that I was paying attention to his babbling, I was in my own state of mind.

I had this project due in art class, a very simple, but stressful, project. It is about drawing something you cherish. Evan is in my class....he drew trees.

I wanted to do something meaningful, more deeper a-

"Connor, y-y-you in?"

I looked up to see faces looking at me with hope, like the answer rested on my shoulders.

I didn't want to look like an idiot because I know I will have it against me in the future.

"I guess...so, yeah. " I responded.

The tense that filled the room, had finally left as Jared smiled a toothy grin.

"Okay, so for spring break of senior year, we are going to New York!.....Evan?" Jared said in a  protective-brotherly way.

Evan looked up, a bit more unamused than before.

"T-there is tons o-of people t-there. I mean, it is a-a beautiful place a-a-nd such....I w-will Figure s-something to s-stay c-calm." He said as he played with the hem of his shirt.

After talking about a few glitches in the plan, it was settled. New York is going to have a few visitors.

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Weeks of stress came and pasted. It was finally the day in years, I went on a trip.

We stuffed everything except the kitchen sink it seemed before stuffing ourselves in.

Evan was the lucky one to be in shot gun next to Zoe's girlfriend in the driver's seat.

That leaves me in the middle with dumb and dumber (Zoe and Jared).

How many hours can I survive?

(A/n: next on the Dragon Ball Z!)

In a matter of two hours (be proud), I wanted to rip Jared's eyes out and feed them to Zoe and make her savor it.

Didn't get to that point  because everytime me, and  Zoe began to start to argue, Evan will blast music to ear bleeding volumes.

We all winced intill he lowered it and chuckled.

"Family, friend fun-time!" He exclaimed.

I gave a side glance to both of them the fourth time he did it.

Luckily, Evan had gotten a phone call from his mother.... revenge is sweet.

We all joined in saying random things intill he hung up and gave death glares.

"My mom thinks I am in a gang  or so because of you guys."

"When you join that gang, make sure they rob our hearing back."
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We finally took a break from being in a couped up car. Thank heavens. I felt like my legs were gonna detach.
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I stretched and breathed in the afternoon air, which smelled like grease and unhappiness from me.

If you don't know, we are in a diner.  Not that I don't have a grudge against this one at all, just memories floods of nistolgica.
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I was the last one to join along with them because I had to deep sea dive in all the junk we had brought to find my sketch book and mechanical pencil.
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"Hey Evan, sit in front of me please?" I asked as he tried to settle down next to me.

He had a face of confusion, but didn't refuse or so.

I just feel self-conscious when it comes to drawling. Especially the beginning of it since you are figuring out where this and that goes in simpler forms such as lines and circles. So, with Evan near me, I felt super conscious.
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I felt proud of getting something done with the little time I had as I ate and talked.
So, when we go to the hotel, I will be able to finish up in a few hours since it is realism.

Then I can relax.

We got in the car and the only asshole who had to comment is Jared, who groaned in unhappiness to be next to me.

"Someone let me shave my hair and name me Brittany Spears because I am having a breakdown for being next to emo wannabe cult taker."

I rolled my eyes in his comment as the engine begin to roar to life again. Before I had open my mouth, someone else did.

Alana sucked her teeth.

"Don't start with my girl."
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We all laughed the rest of the way there, making us drag our bodies toward to the hotel room when the night fell.

I carried me and Evan's suitcase out of love, and regret it.

"What the fuck did you take? Pieces of your house?"

He giggled, and was the most tired out of all of us as he stumbled like an intoxicated person would to grab his suitcase.

I pulled it back from him and told him to get in the elevator.
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I felt relieved as I layed in my own bed. I stretched as much as I could, happily. I fell asleep for a few hours, at ten to four in the morning.

My arm was sore and in pain and as I tried to get up, I could only lift my head up to see Evan snuggled up next to me.

So much for personal space

I smiled at the boy in deep sleep.

I gently lifted myself up, not waking up my unconscious boyfriend.

I winced at the lamp's brightness as I grabbed my sketch book and pencil in hand, I began to work.

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It seemed to be seven in the morning by the time I finished.

My pride, deprivation of sleep, and joy went into it. I couldn't help but smile at it.

I finally put it gently back before cuddling back with Evan and  going into sleeping I deserved.
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I woke up to screaming. I jolted up and looked around.

"Who's pregnant?" I said in a joking way but it came out in a groggy tone.

"You drew this!"

I rubbed my eyes to see what is going on better.

It was Evan and Zoe looking at me crazily.

I smiled looking at the portrait of Evan, sleeping peacefully, with a flower crown on.

Maybe small things can be cherished, long miles on roads, or even just reactions