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“Can you just pull over?!”
“I told you a million times; no, I can’t, unless you want some cops beating the hell outta me, so shush!”
“Y’know, I wouldn’t actually be pitchin’ a fucking fit if you just PULL OVER!”
Clancy Jarvis, cameraman, was currently torn between wanting to smack his best friend upside the head with a hammer and teasing him a little more. This so-called best friend was in the back of the car that Clancy had bought, subtly twisting his legs together.
Clancy smiled again- though masking it by looking straight forward and not back. Lucas Baker, self-proclaimed ‘genius’, inventor of deadly traps, and somehow his friend, was not known to be flustered or worried. Ever. This was different though.
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The idea had been pitched to him by Zoe, Lucas’s ‘brat’ of a sister; though Clancy thought she was alright. They would go to either Las Vegas, Disneyworld, or Seaworld– as a ‘project’. She denied it as being a way to relax, though that was obviously a trick made to win over her parents, of course, as Zoe had secretly told him. Clancy didn’t have too much trouble getting permission, as his parents weren’t too worried about him. This did result in a debate about which place they were going, though. He filmed most of it and silently gave himself a participation award. The insults weren’t that clever; with Lucas’s choice of curses being “You sorry little bitch!” or “You little shit!” and Zoe resorting to simple insults– though they were never as bad as her brothers, the only extreme swear being “Shut your effin’ mouth!”.
It was decided; they were going to Seaworld after much debate. Zoe had wanted to go to Florida, of course, but decided against it after learning they had to fly on a plane. Las Vegas was pretty much out of the question; Clancy had somehow gotten roped into blowing up a bar with Lucas and they never went back afterwards.
Zoe could drive herself on a motorcycle, though she chose to drag along her girlfriend, because, she sassily told the two boys, “If I have to deal with you two for aboutta day n’ a half, I am gonna bring myself some backup.”
She failed to mention that she brought up the idea in the first place, though Clancy figured she knew that and chose to sass the hell outta it anyway, her accent particularly strong. Clancy thought that the Southern accent was… alright on the parents, cool on Zoe when she used it, and just cute on Lucas, though he never told the latter. After she sassed them, Lucas had flipped her off on multiple occasions, and she just grinned. Since their family had returned to normal, Zoe was much more snarky, finally being able to just be a teenager for once.
The short haired girl had left much earlier than them, probably due to Clancy having to shove Lucas off the bed to wake him. They didn’t share beds, per se, but they did share a room– awkward if Clancy or Lucas, usually Clancy, barged in to find the other changing clothes, but they got used to it.
“Wake up, Lucas. We’re going to be late.”
After some complaining, they made it to the car with minor issues, casually joking around about Zoe’s mystery girlfriend(this was partially true– Zoe had never invited her secret girlfriend to meet them yet) and talking about what they were going to get for breakfast, they set off to Seaworld at around nine fifty something.
They stopped at a Mcdonalds and brought the usual breakfast foods, that being bacon, eggs, and pancakes, Clancy having to run into the Mcdonalds and wipe ketchup off his face after Lucas thought it was a good idea to open a ketchup packet by squeezing it. A few minor swears later, and they were back on the road again, Lucas texting and sipping from a large Coke he got, and Clancy listening to music and humming.
It was an hour and a few minutes into the trip when the debacle started.
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Clancy glanced into the rearview mirror again, watching as his friend shifted from one side to the other uncomfortably. Clancy felt a momentarily pang of sympathy; he was used to needing to use the restroom during long, boring car rides. He could usually hold it though, because usually he didn’t finish a large Coke twenty minutes in. After they got to whatever place they had to get to he would make a beeline for the closest restroom, then pretend it never happened.
He focused on the road again, watching gas stations fade in and out of view. Lucas was also looking, with a disgruntled expression on his face, and Clancy knew it wouldn’t be long before he started complaining.
One thing that you could only know about Lucas Baker after becoming extremely close friends with him is that unless he’s caught off guard, he’s usually well prepared. Zoe had cheekily told Clancy that her dearest brother had never gone on a road trip before, as Jack and Marguerite Baker never bothered for any of that. Zoe had sneaked on some with the help from mystery girlfriend, Ethan Winters– who Clancy worked with once– and some German dude Ethan hooked up with. It was hysterical thinking about it. Clancy himself had, as mentioned, gone on multiple trips.
“How much longer, now?” asked Lucas, with a hint of a whine in his tone.
“Hm, about forty five minutes? What, you in a rush?” poked Clancy, unable to keep the smile off his face. Lucas shot what he might have thought to be a pissed expression(Clancy silently laughed at the pun)but Clancy interpreted it as Lucas’s collected facade finally crumbling to pieces.
“As a matter a fact, I ain’t in a damn rush!”
Your tone and body language say otherwise, plus the little fit you had a few minutes ago, snorted Clancy, as he watched Lucas wriggle around on the seat, trying to focus on his phone, but failing miserably; he would look up every few seconds, then out the window, then back at his phone, repeating the cycle. Clancy watched with interest.
Fifteen more minutes in. The movement in the backseat was increasing; Clancy could tell without looking, because the noise was enough to alert him of that, for sure. He quickly shoved a plastic bottle into a trash bag, then shoved the trash bag into the liftable little drawer. Honestly, he had no clue why he did it; he didn’t like seeing other people suffer, unlike Lucas, but Clancy was getting a strange form of…he didn’t know, but it felt pretty good.
Almost right after he quickly did all those things, so quickly that Lucas didn’t see– although with Lucas’s current state of mind, he probably wouldn’t have noticed– he sighed and spat out the next words.
“Ya have any fucking bottles, like a regular teen?”
Clancy shook his head, and Lucas exhaled, though it sounded way more desperate now. It was more like a “I-am-this-close-to-fucking-crying” exhale than a “I-am-so-done-with-your-shit” one. Lucas shook his head and scooted back to his seat– unfortunately for him, Clancy hit a bump in the road and they lurched forward a bit. As you could imagine, this wasn’t good for Lucas’s predicament.
“FUCK!” shrieked Lucas, as he immediately held himself, likely to stop a leak from happening, but it was too late– a wet spot had appeared on his jeans, dampening them. But it wasn’t too noticeable from afar. Clancy felt like a bystander to a natural disaster, with no way to stop it. After a hefty amount of time–about ten minutes, he heard Lucas deeply breathing out.
“You alright, man?”
There wasn’t a reply at first, worrying Clancy a bit, but he glanced back at a red light and saw that Lucas was gnawing at his bottom lip, contemplating what to say to Clancy. His hands were still slightly hovering over his bladder, but Clancy chose to ignore that.
“How many more fucking minutes, goddamnnit.”
From the borderline desperate tone, it wasn’t a question, but a statement, a warning, that if they didn’t get to the destination in less than whatever he couldn’t wait out, there would be a very wet disaster in the back of Clancy’s car. An extremely wet one. Lucas slightly shifted in his seat, and looked at Clancy for an answer.
“Er… twenty to fifteen. Can you hold on for a bit longer?”
“For fuck’s sake–”
Lucas sighed and switched on his phone, a sign that he could hold out for hopefully a bit longer, Clancy thought, switching on the music again and continuing the ride. There were occasional little groans from Lucas, but that was basically it for five minutes, Clancy’s mind wandering to what they were going to do in Seaworld; he hadn’t been there in so long that he had forgotten many of the attractions.
“Ah– Ah shit–” griped Lucas, catching Clancy’s attention again. Lucas helplessly shifted again, barely keeping down a whimper. Clancy thought this was weirdly cute for a reason he didn’t understand, and didn’t respond.
“I don’t reckon I can make it, now…” trailed off Lucas, shaking slightly. Clancy cleared his throat- it was dry, but he didn’t want to drink water because of Lucas’s situation. He racked his brain for something to say, but he honestly didn’t know. What could he say to his dying for a piss friend that would make him feel better? ‘Keep holding on?’ That was some shitty advice, and Lucas wasn’t a very optimistic person for these kinds of things. And he was acting extremely out of character– but that’s probably because of the overwhelming pain in Lucas’s bladder.
Three more minutes passed, extremely silently.
“Fuck.”
Clancy somehow knew that it was eventually going to happen, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so… loudly. And Lucas clearly didn’t have any dignity left– he wasn’t hiding his moans of relief either. Clancy vaguely had a feeling of deja vu, but quickly shrugged it off.
The splash of liquid hitting the floor made itself painfully clear. Clancy was aware that he was pretty turned on by this, but it might be because Lucas was moaning like a madman– Clancy now really wanted to try and hold his piss too, because damn, that sounded good as hell to him. And Lucas, despite whining about it earlier, was having a pretty good time too, it seemed.
After a…tremendously long time to Clancy, who somehow managed to continue at a steady pace despite his best friend(maybe more than best friend) relieving himself in the back, Lucas finally got it all out of his system, and the resulting silence was even more awkward than when Lucas really needed to piss. Clancy cleared his throat a few times, but never managed to make any words come out. His first thought was ‘ Why did I think that was hot? ’ and his second one was ‘ You alright? ’ He chose to reorder them second to first…or just never tell Lucas about the first one.
“Lucas? You alright?”
Clancy spared him a glance as they neared the Seaworld park– he could see the giant logo nearing, and he purposefully let two cars go in front of him to spare Lucas the embarrassment emminit from his accident.
His friend’s face was bright red, and he sort of awkwardly nodded, like he still had no idea what just happened. His jeans were soaking wet– typical– but thankfully, his hoodie seemed to be fine. Clancy couldn’t really tell. Honestly, Clancy wasn’t even mad– it was partially his fault anyway.
“Mmph…Yeah, I’m fine… I reckon so.” He looked away from Clancy, and the brown haired boy realized that Lucas was possibly embarrassed for the first time in their friendship of… Clancy had lost count of how many years, if he was honest. This and the time Lucas’s mom walked in on them hugging each other randomly.
Luckily, Clancy remembered that he actually had a spare pair of pants, and managed to make words again, gesturing to the trunk vaguely before lowering his hand; Lucas was going to make a mess if he attempted to stand up and get it, so Clancy instead pointed to the thankfully not too soaked blanket next to Lucas– he kept a blanket because of the one time Zoe camped out in his car– and managed to make words to explain the plan to Lucas.
“ Lucas, I’m about to pay the fee– so just, uh, cover yourself with that, okay?”
“Wow, you gonna be that nice to me after I fuckin’ pissed in your car?” retorted Lucas, regaining some of his old vigor again. Clancy was beyond thankful that the swearing, Southern accented Lucas was back again.
“Y-yes, you idiot, unless you want to be publicly embarrassed!” Clancy hissed back, silently smiling inside. Lucas, defeated, covered himself with the blanket. His face, however, was still as red as a tomato. Clancy waited until he was fully covered with the blanket, ignoring the blares of annoyance from car owners honking behind him, then drove up to the window and paid as quick as possible. He quickly inched himself into a parking spot– thankfully, it was a school day for most people, so there were still a few spots left– and got out, took the pants out of the trunk, and gave them to Lucas, who stared at him.
“Change into these?”
“Well what’d you think?”
“Aw, just shuttup.” Lucas rolled his eyes but peeled off the blanket and took off his soaked pants in front of Clancy, who was watching with more interest. This wasn’t new for the two of them; Clancy had seen Lucas naked before, and vice versa, but willing looking was another thing.
“Y’ wouldn’t happen to have any spare underwear, would ya?” began Lucas, taking off the soaking wet clothing, then noticing Clancy staring at him and started smirking a little, whispering “You like what ya see, huh?”
Clancy looked away, embarrassed but slightly turned on, and shrugged. He faintly remembered that he did, because he was just that sort of person– he considered offering to give Lucas some new clothes if he found some, but instead wordlessly got out and looked in the trunk again, this time thankfully finding a pair. He got back in and tossed the clothing to Lucas, who pulled it on with a smile on his face and wore the pants quickly too, moving to the other seat to not get the secondary pair wet.
They remained in that awful, sinking silence for a little while longer, then, by some wordless agreement. Clancy put on his backpack and cap, while Lucas shoved a water bottle into his hoodie pocket and tugged on a fanny pack– which might sound hilarious but Clancy found it a bit attractive– and they started to walk towards the park. Surprisingly, they weren’t late, thanks to Clancy shoving Lucas out of bed.
“You better never tell any damn one about this mess, or I’ll make you eat yer hands!” threatened Lucas, as they joined the group of people looking forward to the trip to Seaworld. Everyone was chatting, thankfully, masking Lucas’s threat.
“Sure, sure.” Clancy replied, more focused on other things, and scourging the crowd ahead for Zoe’s telltale white hair. Zoe wasn’t old– it was because of her special Mold powers that her hair had turned white.
He honestly thought nothing could top this experience, and he was very wrong.