I woke up to another arm wrapping around me. It wasn't Andrea's, it was someone else's, someone I didn't recognize. I looked back to see who it was and it was one of Andrea's friends. Megan was the person with her arm around me. Normally it's around Andrea or someone else, but not me. I wasn't alarmed, merely suprised. How in the hell she got there I didn't know. I nudged Andrea, who had me pulled close, waking her up.

"What the hell?" she said, obviously annoyed, "Five more minutes Bubba," she was very tired, I could tell. She didn't even recognize me. I shook her so she'd wake up fully. It worked, but not well. She muttered something and her eyes snapped open. Her face flushed and she grinned embarrassedly. Then looked over to Megan, who was sound asleep against my back, still squeezing me like some kind of teddy bear.

After a few minutes we had woken up completely and began talking.

"What in the hell is she doing here?" I barked at Andrea.

"Funny story about that... uh.... Can we change the subject?" She said, letting out an obviously embarrassed and fake laugh.

"No, you're telling me now."

"Ok, ok, I'll tell you. She came here because she heard from me that we were going to blow that tin can of a place and go to France on a huge boat. Ok? Still bent on interrogating me? I really wish you wouldn't."

"Oh, well, whatever."

Megan siad, "Well, as long as you have room for five we'll be fine then."

"Woah, what do you mean five? In my Mustang? There's barely room for three, how do you expect five to sqeeze in there?" Andrea said, suprised that five people would have to cram themselves into a little car like those clowns you see on TV.

"Just step down to the floor and you'll see." Megan replied with a sly looking smile.

"Whatever." Andrea said and leapt down from the bed, looking for any sign of other people. "I don't see anybody" she said, but suddenly she jumped. I looked down to see what was going on and saw a pair of hands around Andrea's ankles. She squirmed a little but finally just bent over and removed them by hand. After methodically prying them from her several times she remarked on how cold they were. Then a head popped out from underneath the bed. Disturbingly, it was Jennifer's. Next another head, Sherion's, emerged from the bed skirting.

A few hours went by while we discussed what we were going to do. It came out that we had no choice but to cram ourselves into the car and go, whether or not we'd like to or not. There wasn't any other way. We all walked out to the car and put our bags in the trunk, nearly filling it up completely. We got into the car and Andrea sped off, not even so much as glancing back at the luxurious hotel, where we shared those sacred moments together in the shower room.

I sat between Sherion and Megan, two of Andrea's friends. Sherion was bisexual, like Andrea, which wasn't to my suprise. I had seen them together before giggling and talking about god knows what. The only bad thing about it was, she seemed to have a thing for me as well as the others. I didn't know why. Jennifer and Andrea were argueing up front, saying things like "I'm a better driver than you" and "shutup" even calling each other bitches and the like. It was funny, despite the cramped car and excessive body contact.

Seemingly years later we stopped at a truck stop to grab some grub. We ate and got back in the car, switching seats as we did so. Now Megan was up front with Andrea and I was by Jennifer and Sherion, the two war-ing sisters, always argueing about something. Jennifer was the youngest of the two, but never the less, always won. Sherion was the oldest, and I personally thought that she was much more appealing than Jennifer. It could have been just her attitude about things, she was always more relaxed about things than most, but then again, maybe not... They both had light brown hair with red highlights and slightly pale skin. Sherion (15) was 5'9'' and Jennifer (13) was 5'4''.

The next few hours were unnerving. We were in the middle of a city now and the speed limit was around 25/30-ish. Slow progress was about the only thing going on. It was nauseating. Hours later we reached the ferry and pulled into it. We were lucky, it was about to leave. Thankfully we weren't quizzed about anything. It took two days to finally get to France. Two long days of nonstop flirting (mostly Andrea and Sherion flirting with guys or us) Jennifer grabbed herself a few dates on the way even. Between all the activity, it was more like going through the motions like cycles, or atleast until night fell.

End of Chapter Four