Natalie opened her eyes. She looked around her large bedroom, wondering what her insides were flipping for. Oh yeah. Their roadtrip! Natalie looked at her clock. It read 8:12. Her alarm would go off in only three minutes. Natalie smiled and rolled out of her lilac canopy bed. She stood up and walked over to her desk. She read the calander, just to make sure she was right. Natalie squealed with delight. It was June 18th! Natalie put on her Ipod and stuck it in her ears. Something about the sunshine started playing. Natalie opened her blinds and hummed the music as the sun streamed in her light gray room. She sighed. Natalie glanced at her suitcases, two to be sure. One was zebra print and the other was neon orange. Natalie ran to her dresser and opened every drawer. She dug through her clothes looking for the perfect outfit. natalie noticed a pile of clothes on the top of her black wooden dresser. She read the note to herself. WEAR THIS!! It read. She smiled. Natalie examined the outfit she had set out. It was faded denim grey shorts, a loose spagettie tank top that was bright orange, a pair of teal flip flops, teal earrings, and a teal necklace. Natalie smiled and threw it on.

Natalie smiled at her reflection in the mirrior. She twirled. the tank top poofed up when she did. Natalie giggled. She ran into the hall way, ready to do her hair, then reached the beathroom. It was locked. She knocked on the door. "Sara!!! Get out of the bathroom!" Natalie screamed. "NO!I HAVE A DATE TONIGHT!" screamed a stuck up voice from behind the locked door. Natalie sighed. This is what she gets for growing up in a family of all girls. She ran downstairs and used the other bathroom to do her hair. Natalie combed through her bleach blonde locks thoroughly, making sure every peice of hair was smooth and shiney. She then pulled it back into a ponytail that reched her hips. She put it in front, resting on her shoulder. Natalie ran into the kitchen at the smell of pancakes. "Hey mom!" She said to her mother. "Hi honey. Ready for pancakes?" She asked. "YESSS!" Natalie squealed. She sat into the breakfeast nook and prepared her pancakes. Syrup, butter, strawberries, glass of milk. Natalie smiled and chowed down, then suddenly her phone rang.

The alarm goes off at 8:00. Matt groans and puts his pillow over his head. After 5 minutes he wakes up and opens the curtains and he is still half asleep. He turns the radio on and puts on his grey joggers and checks his phone. Ignoring his texts he has just remembered that he is going on a roadtrip with his 5 other friends. He quickly takes his clothes off and has a shower and gets his things ready. He checked the time and the clock read 8:30, in a black sports bag he crammed in anything he could see that would be useful. He put on a pair of jeans and a white tshirt and tried to look for his ipod. Matthew just realised that Natalie had borrowed it the other day and rings her reminding her to bring it. Scrolling down his contact list when it got to Natalie he smiled and called her.

Natalie realizes it's Matt. She smiles. Natalie lets it ring just once more, then answers it. "Hello? Hi Matt. Your calling about your Ipod? Okay. yeah. I'll bring it. Wait, the campers at my house! Yeah I know right. So? You exited? Me too. Okay. Meet us here at 10:00 so we can leave and set off. Here as in my house. Us as in the others! Wow you must be tired. Okay. So, bye." Natalie hangs up the phone. She finishes her pancakes and kisses her mom on the cheek. Natalie walks out of the kitchen and brushes her teeth in the bathroom. She fixes her hair one more time then grabs her suitcases from her room. She darts down the stairs and walks outside on her broght green lawn. It was a perfect day. All sun, no rain. Natalie smiled. Lakeside was such a nice town. She turned her head to face the huge monster in her driveway. It was the amazing camper Rv. Natalie plopped on the ground and threw her suitcases off to the side. She started doing cartwheels and rolls with back handsprings. She was very happy.

Jefferson's alarm went off at 7:50. The volume was on maximum, to make sure it shocked him awake. He also had placed it far away, so that he'd have to get up and walk to turn it off. He felt his body tense from the sudden noise and sat bolt upright, and remembered that it was his clock. He walked up to it and turned the alarm off. He lumbered into the bathroom, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, shaved, and took a shower. After he was finished he walked back into his room and put on his clothes. Today was a brown shirt with grey jeans. He then went to his suitcase. He had put everything beside it, he could organize it now. He put the clothing on the bottom of it, then the books (including the book filled with blank paper), and then his mp3, batteries, pocket knife, battery recharger, phone recharger, pencils, pencil sharpener... All was there. He closed the case and lifted it up, putting it next to the door. His mother greeted him downstairs. "Good morning! Do you want some breakfast?" she asked him. "I'll make it myself today, thank you," Jefferson responded. His mother nodded; she was used to that. So Jefferson took two eggs, some broccoli, some cheese, some butter, some oregano and basil out. He cracked the eggs into a bowl and used a whisk to beat them until their color was even. He then added the broccoli, some basil, and just a pinch of oregano and then whisked it again. He microwaved the cheese to get it soft. He used the butter to grease the pan and put it on the hotplate, and then poured the eggy mixture onto the pan. It sizzled, and soon the eggs became solid. He then took the cheese and used a knife to spread it over one side of the eggs. Next, he slided it off the pan and onto his plate. He then used a fork to fold it over, and voila, he had one of his favorite omelettes. He ate it slowly, relishing the flavor. He then took some milk and orange juice from the fridge, filled one cup with each, and put them back. He then drank the milk, and then the juice. The clock said that it was 8:45. He took out his phone and called Natalie. He needed to know when to be at her house.

Seth was sitting outside, back against the huge oak tree's trunk and his notebook in his hand. He gently turned the page, reading his own writings. The first ones were from over a year ago, leading up to the most recent one he had written an hour ago. He paused before reading the next poem to look at the time on his cell phone. 8:30. He would read one more poem before driving over to Natalie's. How could he forget their road trip? He smiled slightly to himself, this was just what he needed. To get away from.. he pushed the thoughts from his mind, moving them back to the written words on the page. It was an old poem, he was much better in his writing now, but he still read it anyway. When he was done he closed the book and went inside. He told his parents goodbye, then turned and pulled his bike from the garage, as he had left his bags with Natalie the day before. He got on, tucking the notebook into his backpack, and rode off towards Nat's house.

Natalie's cell rang again. She picked it up. "Hello? Hi Jeff. What time? I would say nine, nine thirty maybe. Yeah thats good. Bye. " Natalie smiled as she hung up the phone. Everybody was on their way to her house. Natalie locked the camper. She is the only one that has seen it for real and has been inside. She wanted to reveal it when all her friends arrived. Natalie went back to doing cartwheels, rolls, and back hand springs.

Matt hung up, "YES!!!!" he shouted out loud, he has just started to realise that he will be spending 3 months with his 5 best friends. He went into the kitchen and turned the radio on, he started to dance a little while eating an apple and turned round to see his father looking at him. Awkward. He grabbed some cereal and sat down on the table and ate it, his dad also sat on the kitchen table opposite him. "Well this isn't awkward..." Matt stated. The father didn't reply, both heads were down trying to avoid eye contact and they carried on eating. After 10 minutes, his dad got up and left the kitchen. This was Matt's chance, he quickly ran and got his bag and stuffed as much alcohol as he could. Vodka. Root beer. Red wine. White wine. By this time his bag was a lot heavier than it looked. He texts Melissa if she wants a ride to Natalie's as she lives near him.

Fifteen minutes. His suitcase had wheels on the bottom, and her house was only half a mile away. So, if he walked at 3mph, he would be there in 1/6 of an hour, or ten minutes. That left five minutes for him to say goodbye to his mother. He walked into the den where his mother was. "Hey mom, I'm setting out on the trip we talked about," Jefferson said to his mother. "Right dear," she told him. They embraced. "Goodbye, I love you," his mother told him. "I love you too, mom," he replied back to her. After they broke away, he lifted the handle of his suitcase and set off down the smoothly-paved sidewalk to Natalie's house. The June air was clear and the temperature was excellent. He smiled lightly at the good conditions as he trodded towards Natalie's house. His watch said that it was 8:55. He should be there in five minutes. That meant that he was halfway there, if his speed was consistent. He wondered at the green grass and old trees, beautiful organisms that they were. A small squirrel scampered his way down the tree to get to the bottom, likely to try to find some nuts, he imagined. Before he knew it he had arrived at Natalie's house. He was certain that it was her house because of the huge vehicle parked in her driveway. And, of course, there was Natalie with her spritely antics, obviously excited. "Hey! I'm here!" Jefferson called to her, so that she knew of his prescence.

"YESSSS!I am finally not alone!" Natalie screamed, finishing her last cartwheel. She straightened her hair and fixed her shirt. "So. You as excited as me? Cause I'm very excited!!" Natalie said. She rubbed the big Rv."We should name it. I don't know what. KNow what, just leave it." Natalie said, speaking very fast.

Jefferson smiled slightly. Natalie was very exuberant, some times a bit too much so. "I'm certainly excited," he explained, "But I doubt anybody is as excited about this as you are, it would be very difficult to match your sheer enthusiasm for life and its activites. And that's not a bad thing, this is certainly a most interesting adventure." He looked at the huge vehicle. She wanted to name it? He understood how she felt, so he decided to suggest something. "Don Quixote would be a good name for something like this. An adventure, setting out to see the country that we live in. Yes, I think Don Quixote would be an excellent name," Jefferson suggested, "I don't know if you like it though, I'm just putting it out there. You're the one who organized it, so you obviously get the final word." Jefferson concluded. He was interested what she would choose, and why she would choose it, so he gave her a chance to reciprocate. He then remembered she had told him to leave it. Oh well, he couldn't change that now!

Seth chuckled, stepping out from behind the RV. He had taken the bicycle around back and parked it in the garage, and had enjoyed watching his friend, now friends, unnoticed for a little while. He hoisted the backpack over his shoulder and smiled to the two of them. Missy was excited, overly so as usual, talking fast and jumping from one subject to the next. Jefferson was well, Jefferson. Quiet and scientific about everything.

"Don Quixote is no name for a bus. I think we should call her Gewealcan." He gestured to the giant rv, running a hand over its smooth side. "It means 'To Wander' in Old English." He smiled impishly to them, knowing that it could annoy them when he brought out words from the literature he knew so well. Oh well, Jefferson did the same thing with his history.

Matt is impatient and he gets in his car and leaves for Natalie's, he get's there and sees his friends and automatically he feels good about this trip and gets excited. He beeps the horn to get their attention, steps out the car and starts shouting "ROADTRIP! ROADTRIP! ROADTRIP!" and everyone joins along. Everyone is full of energy and Matt walks up to the rv and examines it, "we got a name for this baby?" and he listens to the suggestions and laughs. those names are so typical of Jeff and Seth he chuckles, you might as well call it Shakespeare!. He looks round the rv and gets a cigarette out and starts smoking, he knows that his friends don't like the smell so he watches them from the side. He laughs at how excited and hyped up Natalie is.

Natalie laughs. "I have no idea what the HECK both of you just said, but I need a girl's opinion on this. Where is Melissa and Brianna?" Natalie said, just wondering. "Anyways, we should name it something SHORT. Maybe like Ribs. RIB could stand for Road Impulsive blocker." Said, not knowing what to name it so just coming out with something random. She remembers that she is again the only girl, and there is three guys, so Natalie starts getting even more hyper. " I TOTES NEED MY GIRLIES! WHERE ARE THEY? DO YOU KNOW? I DON'T. I CAN'T WAIT TO RIDE IN THE RV!!! WHO IS DRIVING?" Natalie bursts out screaming, obviously very very hyper now.

Jefferson smiled at Seth, he always was an interesting person to talk to. He always did like his old-english playwrights, and Joshu couldn't blame him. They WERE brilliant. He was interested to see Matt come on the scene too, he was the only extravert of the boys. Natalie was being as excitable as always. "Well, it IS your call, Tallie, on the name," Jefferson commented. She was the one who organized the whole thing. "I'm not sure where Brianna and Melissa are," Jeferson explained, "It certainly isn't like them to be late, especially Melissa..." He wondered about the whole driver concept. "I'm not sure who will drive, it shouldn't just be one person," Jefferson explains, "Because then they will get fatigued, and that isn't good for them or us. We should take turns driving so that everybody gets off time and pitches in time at the wheel. Is that fair?" he asked Natalie. She had the final say, it was her right, after all. He was noticing that Natalie seemed so excited that she seemed as if she would soon spontaneously burst into a shower of sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, and everything that's wonderful. As was in her character.

Seth chuckled softly, leaning on the RV to watch the extremely hyper girl. He couldn't help but smile softly as she screamed out to the sky. He would never be caught dead acting like that, but he liked watching her. He had once written a poem about all five of his friends, but when he had gotten to Natalie he'd been stuck. None of them knew about that, he had been slightly embarrassed. Its just that Nat was so.. random. A poem with prose and elegance would never describe her.

"Its okay Nat, I'm sure Matt will drive." He tossed a grin at Matt, volunteering him for the job. They all knew driving would be boring, everyone who didn't drive could walk around, play games, etc. He saw Matt's cigarette and chuckled. "Come on, ditch that thing so you can help me haul my stuff into this thing." He motioned towards Natalie's house where he had left his suitcases the night before.

Matt had never been that clever and he had always been a bit jealous of Jefferson and Seth's knowledge. But it didnt really matter, books to him is like eating soup with a fork. "Ribs is good Nats! It makes sense, unlike the others" Matt said jokingly. Natalie's outbursts of energy weren't surprising anymore, everyone was used to them. Matt couldn't stop laughing, Natalie's hyperness always made him laugh. "Melissa isn't texting back so I don't know what she's up to" He went over to Natalie to try calm her down, he put his hands on her shoulders and said slowly "Calm.Down.Miss.Natalie.Lynn.Harrison" but she only just got worse. Matt was now laughing his head off but suddenly stopped at Seth's comment, he looked at Seth and sighed. Fine, fine, I'll drive for the first section. I ain't driving for the whole thing! Matt put out his cigarette, put his bags into the RV and helped Seth get his suitcases from her house. "Jeff, don't let that girl get too hyper will you?" He chuckled and went into the house.

Jefferson rolled his eyes at Matt's comment. He never was too studious, but he had other admirable traits. He smelled a horrible scent in the air that made him want to cough. It was cigarette smoke. That stuff had a strong effect on him, so he started breathing through his mouth. Then he saw that it was Matt. He knew Matt smoked, but didn't say much of anything about it. If he was going to fill his lungs with enough tar to build a road, that was his choice. Jefferson also knew that people who quit did it on their own; it took them to discover that there was a problem before they could correct it. And people addicted to cigarettes often knew the health consequences, and it was their choice to continue. He personally wouldn't smoke, that would make his lungs look like a freshly-laid asphalt blacktop. He also hated the taste of alcohol, no risk there either. But if somebody decided to drink, it was their right. And drinking had psychological effects; alcoholics don't know they have a problem. Nobody can convince an alcoholic they had a problem. It was irrational. It had to come from within. And when they do know that their substance abuse is ruining their lives, that is when everything changed. Matt put out his cigarette, that was good. Matt then went to get some of Seth's bags. He decided to help Seth; he many bags. "Here, let me help you," Jefferson told Seth. He lifted up two of his suitcases and brought them over to the RV. They were surprisingly heavy. But he didn't comment. "When this thing is unlocked, these cases of yours will have easy access to the interior of the RV. It'll be our home for the next few months," Joshua said to Seth. He wondered why Seth had so many suitcases when he had just one. Well, his suitcase was larger than the any of the suitcases he had, but the combined volume of Seth's suitcases made it look like Jefferson was bringing along only half as much stuff. But he didn't want to intrude; Seth was very private by nature, and he respected and understood that. "I don't think I can control her exuberance, you know, that's like trying to hold on to an angry, rampaging bull's tail when it has been covered in grease. Not easy," Jefferson told Matt. And where were Brianna and Melissa? He was beginning to wonder.

Natalie watched as the boys went inside to get seths bags. All of their bags were up against the Rv now. She smiled even bigger, if that was even possible. She did a back walkover, then stopped. Natalie was hanging upside down. She was doing a still handstand. Then she started talking." Matt you drive, Jeff, I'm NOT bull, and Seth, thanks. I wanted to see if matt could drive. " She giggled and flipped upright. She looked at him. He had cool hair. "Matt, you have cool hair. " She aid, very randomly. She fixed her shrts and hair then went back to doing cartwheels and flips.

Jefferson was balked by her 'bull' comment. Natalie obviously misunderstood. He had said that controlling her exuberance was like trying to hang onto a rampaging bull's tail when it is covered in grease. But he decided not to point that out. She, however, seemed to be going a lit-tle crazy right now. A bit more than normally. She seemed to be an accomplished gymnast, able to do those moves without once failing and falling to the ground. Obviously there was little he could do; she just was too excited. Telling her to 'Simmer Down' would be futile. He imagined her as a kangaroo rat, bounding all over the place at surprising speed, looking for tasty morsels to eat. She wouldn't like being compared to any kind of rat, though kangaroo rats are very different from the stereotypical brown rat. He decided the only rational thing to do was to watch her antics and just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid and hurt herself. That would be a disaster.

Seth, with Jeff and Joshua's help ((ooc: WHO IS JOSHUA?)) loaded his four suitcases into the RV. He was bringing one suitcase of clothes, another of camera equipment and stuff. Two suitcases he had loaded with other things, things the others had no idea about. He had decided to play a prank on them, and later he would tell them about how he had brought his saved up $3,200 dollars. What they didnt know was that one suitcase contained $1,093 dollars in only knickels. He chuckled to himself, imagining their suprise. The remaining suitcase was full of boredom busters. Videos, board games, card games, funny hats, and a bunch of random stuff. He knew Nat well and also knew everyone would thank him if she, and the rest of them, stayed occupied on the long drives.

Matt watched Natalie as she did a still handstand, 'I have no idea how she has the energy to do that'. He laughed as Natalie made the bull comment, "Nat, I don't think Jeff meant that you were bull... He was comparing you to a bull!" Matt felt clever for once even though it didn't make it sound any nicer. He smiled with pride. "Matt, you have cool hair. " She said, very randomly. He touched his hair softly and smiled to himself. "You heard that fellas? I have nice hair!". Matt looked at the number of bags sitting next to the rv, he couldn't help wondering why Seth had so many bags. Oi Seth, why do you have so many bags?" He walked over to the bags. "You're obviously hiding something" he said curiously, he rumamged through the bags trying to open one of them.

Seth laughed as Seth opened one of the bags and a bunch of clothes poured out all over the grass. He chuckled softly, moving to the bag with the money and picking it up. He didnt really care if they looked in the others, but he wanted to save this joke for the right time. He laughed at Matt's expression as all the clothes tumbled out.

"Seriously hairy.. please tell me your going to pick those up?" He grinned and slid the money suitcase into the storage compartment. "I like clothes, nothing wrong with that." He grinned, obviously teasing.

Matt laughed, and then realised that he would have to put all the clothes back. "You know what Seth my boy? I realllllllly don't feel that well, I think I'm going to have to lie down or something" He said unconvincingly, he walked over into the RV and lied down on the sofa. He put a thumbs up to Seth. Matt was seriously one of the laziest people they had ever met. He looked out the window and wondered where Brianna and Melissa was, and then smiled at the thought of sharing a bed with Natalie. He hoped that Jeff and Seth would hook up with Brianna and Melissa.

((OOC: Sorry Sonora, I edited the post. He is a character in another RP and they both had the same names. Nobody's perfect...))

Jefferson, again saw Matt's worst attribute on display. His biggest problem was that he was lazy. He remembered back when they had done a project together. Jefferson did all the research and made the powerpoint. The only thing Matt actually did was the speaking; which he did very well, but some suggestions on the actual presentation would have been well-recieved. Seth did have many bags, including that super-heavy one. What could be in that one? It weighed over 250 kilograms! ((I did my math there, Sonora. That many nickels would weigh over 288kg!)) That was absurd! What could weigh that much? He wasn't one to bring heavy machinery equipment with him! And where were Melissa and Brianna? Melissa was not Ms. Late, for sure, and Brianna didn't tend to like to miss out on stuff like this. Where could they be? Their absence was simply not intuitive or rational.

((ooc: Thanks, was really confused. And about the knickels, would anyone be highly offened if I just edited all my posts to dimes or quarters or something? Like you said, nobody's perfect..))

Seth sighed, bending down and tossing all the clothes into his suitcase and slamming it shut. It still bulged slightly from the way he hadnt folded anything, so he jumped on top of it. It slowly shut and he latched it before jumping, ahem, falling off. He landed on his back in the grass, laughing slightly and looking up at the group.

"Oops." He chuckled softly, looking up at the group. He just put his hands behind his head, not bothering to get up. He looked around. "Where are Brianna and Melissa anyway? Poor Nats outnumbered." He grinned in her direction teasingly. His friends were the only people he could relax around, he always got really stiff and uptight around strangers.