Post by Crysta Ericson on Apr 19, 2013 16:21:13 GMT -5
Road Trip | A Crysta & Rusty story | Sponsored by Blink182 | & the number twelve
Chapter One | In which there are Polaroid’s and rude awakenings
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‘You awake?’
It was Saturday morning, the first Saturday of March to be exact. Crysta Ericson, aged seventeen years eleven months, was stood on her bed holding a Polaroid camera. Fast asleep and under the sheets lay Rusty McConaughey, aged seventeen years six months, oblivious to the fact he was going to be jumped on in 3, 2, 1 …
‘Attack hug!’
‘What the shit!’
THUD
That’s how Rusty ended up on Crysta’s dorm room floor, tangled in sheets, completely confused about what was going on. As Rusty lay bewildered on the floor he could hear Crysta giggling from her bed. Just as he was about to sit up and maybe drag her off the bed for payback Crysta poked her head over the side of the bed and snapped a picture with her camera.
‘This is going in the scrapbook’,
she grinned, pulling the still developing photo from the bottom of the camera, she shook it and flipped on to her back holding the picture up in front of her.
‘Oh Rusty, this is so fabul- HEY!’
‘Yoink!’
Rusty had managed to untangle himself from the sheet and was now standing triumphantly over Crysta holding the picture she had just snapped of him, with a quick glance at it he could tell it was not flattering in the slightest, not that it bothered him.
‘Gimme that too’
Rusty snatched the Polaroid camera from Crysta’s hands and side stepped away swiftly when she tried to grab it back.
‘Rusty! I’m in charge of the camera, we discussed this!’
Crysta laughed, flipping on to her stomach and pushing herself up and lunging herself at Rusty. There was no way he was giving the camera back now, not without a fight. Laughing loudly Rusty held the camera up to his face snapping photo after photo of Crysta as she came towards him her hand out for the camera.
‘Oh yeah, work it baby, work it. Fabulous! Oh look at you! That hair, those sweat pants!’
Rusty put on his best ‘obviously gay but not out of the closet fashion photographer’ voice as he clumsily stumbled backwards from an increasingly annoyed Crysta.
‘Rusty, come on, we need to be leaving soon!’
Crysta slowed down in her advance, bending down every so often and plucking a developing photograph from the floor, she grimaced at them, as she was in need of a shower and caffeine this morning.
‘I look gross’
Crysta had stopped in her tracks now, holding a photograph in her hands and scowling down at it. Rusty rolled his eyes and tossed the camera on to a pile of clothes in the corner of Crysta’s room.
‘You look amazing, and you know it’
Rusty picked his way across the messy floor towards Crysta, he plucked the photo from her hands and dropped it to the floor. Gently he placed his hand under Crysta’s chin and lifted her head until she was looking up at him with her big blue green eyes, she was still frowning. Without another word Rusty planted an over enthusiastic kiss on her nose, which made Crysta’s frown vanish immediately, she laughed and stood on her tiptoes to return the kiss.
‘We should shower’
‘Together?’
Crysta laughed and headed towards her bathroom door, discarding her shirt on the floor as she went.
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Maaaybe...‘
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Authors Note:
I was listening to this playlist whilst writing this;
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