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[sub][@Hey Im Jordan] & [@LovelyComplex][/sub]
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[indent][indent]Some people sat still during long car rides, but Christopher Robin Bishop was not [i]some people[/i]. He was something else entirely, and as he cruised down the open Washington road, CR was hanging out of the window and enjoying the crisp air, drumming his hands on the door along to the beat of the song that was playing [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgIYYNHdzZ0]from the speakers.[/url] CR’s hands stopped and he pulled himself back into the moving car, having a sudden realization as he spun the volume knob to turn it down low so he could talk.

[b][color=#08c7d1]“Yo, Jay. Bro, I got a question for you.” [/color][/b]CR pulled his sunglasses off and looked up at the roof of the car as he thought about how to say the question that was clearly burning in his chest. It could have been the weed, but CR seemed to be taking even longer than he normally did to ask the question. Finally, he started to speak, [b][color=#08c7d1]“alright, so… let’s say you had to…”[/color][/b]

He again paused as he scratched at his beanie, before finishing the question. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Let’s say you had to fight fifty duck sized horses or one horse sized duck, which one would you take? I can’t decide.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Man, I’d fight the duck sized horses. Do you know why ducks go aggro?” [/color][/b]With his left hand on the wheel, leaning back with swagger, Jay Nixon used his free hand to grab his redbull, slurped the energy that gave him wings, and once the can left his lips, he continued, [b][color=#5f9ea0]“Two reasons. The duck wants to be dom ‘cuz he’s the boss, or he wants to fuck you. I’d rather not risk being fucked by a duck. Don’t matter if this a male or female duck, they’re going to assert their dominance by pecking the shit out of you.” [/color][/b]Yeah, no. Placing his can down, Jay nodded to himself at his answer. He would rather get kicked by tiny horses than have a boss duck with a big dick try to body slam him. 

Jay definitely had a point, didn’t he? Personally, CR was thinking about fighting the horse sized duck, but CR hadn’t thought about the duck-horse’s dick… wait, CR had to think about something else. Why [i]was[/i] Jay thinking about the horse-duck’s dick? [b][color=#08c7d1]“You right though, I didn’t think about gettin pecked. I guess you could just kick the duck sized horses, huh? That’s not too bad. Aight, aight. I think you win, I think the duck sized horses are the way to go, dude.” [/color][/b]CR had strong legs — kicking tiny horses would be easy, so he could pull that off. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Thanks, dude. I been wondering about that since we got into Washington.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“I got one for you. It’s been on my mind since we left your house,” [/color][/b]Jay swiped his turn signal on and slowly merged off the highway. It was time to cruise the side roads until they reached the mountains. [b][color=#5f9ea0]“So like, you in the shower right? You drop the soap on the floor. Does that mean the floor is clean or the soap dirty?”  [/color][/b]

CR had to pause and think about that. The answer to that question was situational, he thought. Was it a clena floor? That was the real question, because some floors were [i]dirty[/i]. Like, for example… [b][color=#08c7d1]“Well, if it’s on the floor at my house, dude, that soap dirty as well. You probably pick it up and there’s like… [i]stuff[/i] on it, y’know? Like, hair and shit. But like, if you drop it on a clean ass floor?” [/color][/b]CR paused long enough to pick up his own thermos, and took a sip of it. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Like, a McDonald’s kitchen after they clean it up for the day before an audit? Then the soap is clean and the floor is clean.” [/color][/b]He nodded his head. In Christopher Robin’s mind, it made perfect sense — and he certainly wasn’t thinking about if it made sense in someone [i]else’s[/i] head.

Hm. That was some interesting food for thought. [b][color=#5f9ea0]“So what you’re trying to say is if the soap was found in a dump and dropped on dirt, it’s definitely dirty, but if it was never soiled and the person, like a staff member of McDonald’s before an audit, cleaned the floor real good, it’s clean?” [/color][/b]Woah. This was a lot to take in. Maybe they were overthinking it… this felt far more complex than it needed to be. [b][color=#5f9ea0]“Wouldn’t you think once the soap is used… it’s just dirty, though?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#08c7d1]“Nah, dude, cuz you can wash the soap off with water. Soap can always be saved. It’s soap.” [/color][/b]CR explained, nodding his head, in a way to kind of reaffirm his own words. Was he certain? Kind of, but his nodding definitely made him feel [i]more[/i] certain. Cr tapped his head and reiterated what he’d said before. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Dirt just washes off of soap, y’know? That’s how soap works.” [/color][/b]CR frowned as he looked out at the terrain, slowly growing more mountainous as they drove deeper and deeper toward the camp. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Hey, why are we talkin’ about soap anyway? We both use fuckin’ body wash anyway, don’t we?”[/color][/b]

CR was right. They did use body wash and Jay couldn’t remember how they got this far, both in driving and conversation. Instead of responding to his friend, his attention went to the random shuffle switch from Hopsin to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTnQ24z9hIw](G)I-DLE[/url]. After downing the rest of his Redbull, he reached behind his seat to put the can in a plastic bag he dubbed as the trash bag. Once his drink was no longer in his hand, Jay turned up the music to let the hype set in. Internally, he was incredibly excited but on the outside, he was stoned and stoic. That is until Soyeon started to rap and he joined her, motioning his free hand to the song. Expectantly, he looked at his friend to sing the refrain part where Miyeon and Minnie come in. 

CR grabbed his thermos and took another drink. He smacked his lips and made a face, then put it back down. The premade stuff would never be the same as the chocolate milk someone made for him — but this was his life now. He returned the look Jay gave him, but the truth was? CR couldn’t sing in Korean; to be totally fair, he couldn’t even sing in English, but… he did his best. And his best? His best consisted of off-key belting the bits and pieces of the song that were in English. Was it good? Absolutely not. Was it fun? Yes, a lot.

Even if CR was god awful at singing, Jay couldn’t help but smile. Not widely, since he rarely beamed big like his friend, but enough to show he enjoyed his company. His eyes hidden by sunglasses did fall on the thermo. After a moment or two, he turned his head to look back on the road and went silent. They hadn’t talked about that. Was he a bad friend for avoiding the topic? He didn’t even know if CR wanted to talk about her... 

If there was one thing Jay was trying to understand better, it was other people’s feelings and how to help. So instead of bringing up her name or asking if he was doing okay, he decided to go the Jay route. Avoid thinking about it. Turning down the music so CR could hear his low voice, he asked, [b][color=#5f9ea0]“Ready to hit the slopes? I was thinking I’d record some freestyle today. Keep it chill, nothing too planned, just b-roll shots. And hey, maybe there will be someone with actual talent this year that isn’t just you.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#08c7d1]“Oh yeah, that’d be cool. I tried teachin’ people, but like, I dunno. I don’t think I’m a very good teacher, dude.” [/color][/b]Christoper Robin explained, shrugging his shoulders. He’d tried to teach before, but it wasn’t something he did very well it seemed. Either that, or there were no good students at the camp. Both options, to Christopher Robin, were equally shitty. [b][color=#08c7d1]“That sounds good. Would we have time? Don’t they usually have a like… uh, bonfire thing? And they have to feed us, right? Man, I hope there are snacks here.” [/color][/b]CR frowned, thinking about it. What if there weren’t enough snacks? Had they brought enough snacks to sustain them for two weeks? Shit, there was no way to have enough snacks to sustain him for two weeks. They’d probably have to make runs to the store, wouldn’t they? That sucked. CR hated being stuck in a car.

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Uh, yeah. I guess we’ll play it by ear.” [/color][/b]The mention of running out of snacks did cause Jay to frown. That was a terrible thought to think about. What if instead of a snow fight they all had to fight over the little food they had left? The snack-calypse. The end of the fucking world as we know it. [b][color=#5f9ea0]“Before we lose all hope, there is the Lodge. Sure, I can drive us to town OR we can just… borrow snacks. Return the wrappers later.” [/color][/b]Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan. He was positive the Director had a goldmine. Why wouldn’t he? To think, CR and Jay had been attending this camp for three years and they still hadn’t snuck in there. Times were changing and they could either risk running out of food and dying, or stocking up. Ah, yes, they should do a heist. 

Oh, that was true. CR hadn’t thought about that, robbing the Lodge was certainly a plan he hadn’t considered. Maybe that could work… CR relaxed, giving Jay a nod. In that case, there was nothing for him to worry about! They had weed, they had snacks, they’d have a bed, there was snow. Life was good, [b][color=#08c7d1]“Yeah, my guy. You got a point, we can just rob the dude. What’s he gonna do? Eat all the snacks himself? Nah, we can do it.” [/color][/b]CR muttered, nodding his head. Then, he shook his head as he looked around the car, and said in a kind of confused voice. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Wait, how long have we been at camp, man?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Three years, can you believe it?” [/color][/b]The only difference this time was a certain brunette wasn’t in the back of the car sleeping. Honestly, this ride did feel a little different and maybe that’s why they both smoked earlier than usual. There was a void without her, but Jay wasn’t comfortable bringing the topic up. Not right now at least. 

[b][color=#08c7d1]“No man, I mean look around us. We’re at the camp, dude.” [/color][/b]CR said, and pointed at the undecorated tree that was waiting for them. Maybe they’d smoked too much weed, or drank too much Red Bull, if neither of them had managed to notice that they’d arrived. [b][color=#08c7d1]“Are we too high for this?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“We’re definitely too high,” [/color][/b]Jay looked at his hand that was on the stick shift. The car was parked but still running. Wow, time flies by when you’re blitzed out of your goddamn mind. [b][color=#5f9ea0]“Say hi to Gwen for me, I gotta… bring the car closer to the cabins.” [/color][/b]They both had a lot of shit. There was no way in hell he was going to walk it all. 

[b][color=#08c7d1]“Yeah, okay. Just be careful, right? Don’t run over nobody, or like, into the tree again. That’d suck.” [/color][/b]CR explained, before he hopped out of the car and spun around just quickly enough to grab his thermos, and then headed toward the cabins, leaving Jay to his own devices.

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Yeah… no trees this time. Got it.” [/color][/b]With that, Jay Nixon was easing his way through the snow, making his own path to get to the Howling Wolf cabin. Giving a quick honk when someone seemed far too close for his liking. In time, he found himself safely at his cabin, no harm done… maybe. There was a garbage can he hit, but that shouldn’t be so bad. Oh, and the Lodge’s mailbox. They’ll be okay. Regardless of the mild damage he did cause, his car was now inches away from the front door! Anymore forward movement, he would’ve hit the cabin itself, but he was too good at parking. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. Satisfied at his success, and his baller parking job that sorta-maybe was on the walkway to the entrance, Jay turned off the car and got ready to move his luggage in. CR can pick up his stuff later. 
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