expectations.

“Presley,you’ve got to get up,” Finley announces, nudging her shoulder. She ignores him, opting to pretend that he just wasn’t there.

“Pres, up. Come on now, it’s your turn to play DJ.” He nudges her again. Realizing that he wasn’t going to give up, she sighs and sits up. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she asks, “Who’s driving?”

“Not you,” Finley says, pulling her out of the car and gently shoving her towards the passenger door.

“Yeah,” Hayden adds, laughing, “we don’t plan on attacking any innocent shopping carts today.”

“Haha, you’re both so funny.” She mutters, glaring at the pair before climbing inside the van.
A girl backs into a shopping cart once and they decide it’s the funniest thing since Bryan Stars.

“So,” she asks a few miles later, “would you like to listen to Miss May I or Snow White’s Poison Bite?” He opens his mouth to answer but she interrupts with, “Nevermind, your opinion doesn’t matter. Miss May I always wins.”

He playfully glares at her from the corner of his eye.

“Ever heard of ‘driver picks the music and passenger shuts his pie-hole?’”
She laughs disbelievingly.

“Did you just quote Supernatural to me?” He nods, smirking before flipping his dark hair back into place.
“How do guys do that?”

“Do what?”

“That hair side-sweep thing.”

“Oh you mean-”

“Would you shut up? Some of us are trying to sleep.” Brent shouts from the back. They both ignore him.

“As I was saying -” She and Fin grin at each other as they hear a yell muffled by a pillow come from the back seat.

“I need a Monster fix - ASAP.” Hayden announces. Presley nods in agreement before pointing out a gas station. “Here. We stop here. I would fall off a horse to make it a more realistic reference but you know, not a whole lot of horses around.”

The boys look at her crazily and she shakes her head in disapproval.

“You guys really need to start watching old movies with me.I mean, I’m a comedic genius.” Bren and Hayden look at each other and shrug before climbing out of the van.

They go in and gather several meals that consist of Chex Mix, Monsters, Diet Coke (for Presley, the boys said it tasted like piss), beef jerky, and basically the entire chip aisle.

“Presley, go get some beer.” She raises an eyebrow at Hayden’s demanding tone.

“Please?” He tries again.She grins widely before taking off towards the alcohol aisle.

“I’m not fucking you, mate. The chicks tits were this big.” Her nose wrinkles as a distinctly British voice announces this like it’s the best discovery in the world.

“Oi, look at her, mate.” A second voice not-so-discreetly whispers.

“Look at her tits.” She ignores them and bends down to grab a case of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, a personal favorite of hers.

“She’s got a nice ass on her.” Now Presley was well aware that her jeans were a little tight and some guys were a little pervy but to act like she was a piece of meat they were considering buying coupled with the fact she had been stuck in a van with three guys from ages nineteen to twenty two made those two European twats comments get to her.

“Hey,” she snaps, turning around and placing her free hand on her hip, “would you mind waiting until I was out of earshot to make comments about me?” Her eyes widen as she realizes just who it was she was talking to. The man looks just as astonished as she does.

Pulling the rockstar card he asks, “Do you know who I am, love?”

“Yeah, you’re Ben Bruce and your friend there is Danny Worsnop. That still doesn’t give you the right to talk about me like that.”

He grins widely and nods. “My apologies then. I was just admiring you. Sorry if I offended you.”

She sighs and leans out of her defensive pose. “Sorry if I snapped at you. I’ve just been stuck in a mini-van with three boys for eleven hours and I’m a little sick of the male population at the moment.”

Danny speaks up. “What are you doing something like that for? Road Trip I’m guessing?”

“Sort of. I’m actually -” “Presley, where are you with the beer?” Bren shouts from sever aisles away. “Coming, Bren!”

“Is that your boyfriend?” Ben asks, intrigued with the girl who so blatantly didn’t care that he was in a rather successful band.

“Oh God no. He’s my bandmate.” She laughs at the idea of dating Bren. Ew.

“Bandmate?” Danny interjects.

“Yeah, we’re actually on our way to Warped right now. We’re called Last To Leave. Check us out. Look, I would love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go.”

“What took you so long getting the drinks?” Hayden asks once they’re all back on the road.

“Oh, nothing much - I was just chatting it up with Danny Worsnop and Ben-fucking-Bruce.”

Finley stomps on the brakes and the van turns in unison to stare at her before shouting,

“You what?”

Notes

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