@anderperrymicrofic | November 18 | trip
Okay, fine.
Maybe going on a roadtrip with Neil, Meeks and Charlie wasn’t the best idea ever.
Todd accepts his mistake.
Charlie was being his usual obnoxiously loud self, but somehow he managed to know every song on the radio, so he sang the lyrics excitedly, sometimes even dramatically acting them out.
Meeks, on the other hand, was calmer. As the driver, he took the responsibility of not only paying attention to the road, but also making sure Charlie doesn’t get too excited and ends up causing an accident.
Neil was different though.
Him and Todd were both on the backseat, looking out their windows, watching the suburbs turn into mountains, turn into the sea.
Todd would sometimes look at Neil, only to find the other boy already staring at him.
And whenever a song they both knew would come up Neil always excitedly gasped and they sang together, joining their voices with Charlie’s. Sometimes even Meeks’.
So the time passed, with small chatter here and there, the view outside the window passing by and always changing itself.
But the meaningful glances and shy smiles stayed inside, right in those back seats, only for the two boys to share.
