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[sub][b][color=AD5050]Location |[/color][/b] The RV kitchen table
[b][color=AD5050]Time |[/color][/b] 12:08 PM
[b][color=AD5050]Interacting with |[/color][/b]Sami[@BrutalBx] Kim[@Stanifly] Val[@Dirty Pretty Lies] Em[@NeoAC][/sub]

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Nathan whooped as Sami exclaimed that they were going to be on their way. Slapping his friend on the back as he hoisted his bags back on to his shoulders as getting ready to haul it all in to the RV. His eyes followed Valeria’s petite figure as she announced that she was changing in to dry clothes. His gaze lingered a little to long for his own comfort and he shoved his sunglasses on his face and hope no one had noticed his indiscretion. Thankfully the rest of the misfits were all busy with pestering Sami about the stolenness of their ride. 
Rolling his eyes at the commotion he began dragging his belongings through the small entrance.

He threw his backpack up on to the top bunk claiming it for himself as Kim had claimed the bottom. Rummaging through it he pulled out the brand new journal he had gotten for the trip and also all of his journaling tools before settling down at the small table in the ‘kitchen’.  Cracking the spine of a new journal was almost a religious experience for Nate, it sent a shiver down his spine and a smile always spread across his face when his pen touched the fresh paper. Now he was in the zone. This was why the shock startled him when the condensation from the cold drinks splattered the paper as the tray hit the table. And a blur of blonde locked herself in the  small bathroom. Sobs could be heard from the other side of the door.

The young man let out a small sigh as he stood up and tried to get the water of the pages before closing the journal. He walked over to the locked bathroom door and knocked softly. [color=AD5050]“Hey Em? You ok?”[/color] he began. When sobbing was the only thing that could be heard still, he tried again [color=AD5050]“Don’t you think it’s a bit early in the trip for tears?”[/color] he began picking at a spot where the linoleum was peeling of  the door frame. [color=AD5050]“What I mean to say is… don’t you want to talk about it instead of being locked in there?”[/color] he asked but getting no answer. [color=AD5050]“Or if you don’t want to talk about it…”[/color] he looked around for something to save the situation. All he could find was his phone with his headphones still plugged in, his music softly pumping out of them. [color=AD5050]“If you come out I’ll listen to Ariana Grande with you… I’ll even sing along with you.”[/color] he made a last ditch attempt to coax her out of the small space.
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