The following morning I awoke to a large body jumping on top of my bed, than two other bodies following after that. I couldn't breathe. And, I was deeply frightened. Understandable, I think.

I believe I said something along the lines of, "mirgglererphh."

"What was that?" Asked one of the bodies on top of me, bouncing slightly. I think it was Zack.

"I think it was 'I'm a smurf,'" answered Dexter.

"Really? I think it was 'mermaid smash.'" Said Harrison.

"What?" I interjected, freeing myself from the heavy bodies, and sitting up. "You people are so weird."

"You're the one who said it." Shrugged Harrison.

"No, no I didn't." I yawned. "What time is it?"

"Seven," said Zack easily.

I shot him a glare. "Seven? In the morning?"

He nodded, "yes, grumpy pants, seven in the morning."

"Then why the blood Hell am I awake?" I was going to throttle them.

"Because we sat on you," murmured Dexter, a smile creeping to his features, he tried to hide it, staring at my comforter, my walls, anything. But, I could tell it was there. Jerk.

"I'm aware of that, thank you." I sneered. "Now, go away, and let me sleep." I flopped back into a laying position on the bed, kicking at the mass of bodies.

"Sorry, can't do that," Dexter said, hauling me out of bed. I stumbled slightly, and when I regained my balance, I hit him.

"Why not?"

"Because," Dexter started, but was cut off by Zack, who squealed, "we're going on an adventure!"

I groaned. "An adventure, at seven AM." I stated glumly. "Can that adventure be in our dreams? Maybe we could encounter some mystical dream unicorns and eat candy all day? Or, just sleep."

"What?" The three boys exclaimed in unison.

"I'm tired, shut up."

--

"Where are we going?" I asked for the umpteenth time.

"It's a surprise. Now, hush." Answered Harrison. He was sitting shotgun. In my car. Zack was driving. I wasn't allowed to drive my own car. I hate people. Or at least these people.

"I don't see why I can't know." I mumbled, looking out the window. "Not that I don't enjoy being kidnapped and taken cross-country as a passenger in my own vehicle. In the backseat, no doubt!" I was babbling, I know this.

Dexter laughed from beside me.

I flung my attention to him. "You!" I stuck my index finger his way, "what do you have to laugh at?" I demanded.

This only seemed to make him laugh harder, clutching his sides, and wheezing.

I scowled. He started coughing.

"Good, you should choke. It's not nice to laugh at other's misfortunes."

He grabbed the coffee I had in my hands, and took a large swallow, easing his coughing fits.

"You suck," I said, grabbing my coffee back from him.

"What?" He said, incredulous. "You'd rather me just choke and die?"

I nodded, "at the moment."

"You lie." Dexter said confidently, "you love me. It'd tear you apart if I were to die."

"Not if it was by my hands," I mumbled, swishing the remains of my coffee from side to side. It was practically gone. "I need more caffeine."

"You've had three coffees since we started driving!" Complained Zack.

"Your point?"

"That's a lot of coffee. We've only been driving for an hour." He complained. Again. We'd stopped at two restrooms already on the way.

"Well than, next time don't wake me up so early." I huffed. I saw his eyes roll out of the rearview mirror.

"Fine, we'll get you some freaking coffee."

"I love you!" I smiled.

"You better." He mumbled, turning off the highway.

--

"Will that be all today, Ma'am?" The lady at the Dunkin' Donuts asked.

"It sure will, thank you." I have a sort of addiction to coffee. And, I was overly cheery to get one, quickly.

"Your mood swings are that of a pregnant woman. You pregnant, Mattie?" Zack asked.

"Dude, shut up. She's my sister. And that's gross." Said Harrison, cuffing Zack's shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, and they both went out to the car.

Dexter slid beside me in line. "You seem happier." He commented.

I shrugged, "coffee."

He laughed, "you Jane, me Tarzan." I laughed along with him.

"Here you go," said the lady behind the counter handing me my cup of glory, "that'll be 2.48."

I went to reach into my pocket to get the money, but Dexter had already slipped it into her hands.

"Thanks," I said to him.

He shook his head, "no problem, as long as your nice to me." Dexter smirked.

"You bought me coffee, that alone warrants all the kindness I could ever bestow upon a person."

Dexter laughed, as we scuttled back to the car to further our journey.

--

"Providence! We're going to Providence!" I yelled. I had just seen a 'Welcome to Rhode Island!' sign.

We were still inside the car. Dexter still sat next to me, Harrison still occupied shotgun, Zack still drove my baby, swerving a bit at my outburst.

"Shit, Mattie, you scared me!" He said recovering from the swerve, accompanied by a few horns from the traffic surrounding us.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "But, I'm right, right? We're going to Providence, Rhode Island?"

"Shut it, Mattie" Harrison yawned, apparently he had fallen asleep. "You interrupted my dream. It was a good dream, too."

"You two are not friendly." I said, then turned to Dexter, "they're being kind of mean, aren't they?"

He nodded, "they are. And after you've been so cooperative for them, it's hard to believe!" He was mocking me.

I stuck out my tongue, "you'd oppose to being kidnapped too, If it were you in my position."

Dexter clicked his tongue, "nope. I don't think so." He said after a few moments.

I raised a single eyebrow. "You wouldn't mind being taken hostage, like me?"

"You know," Harrison cut in, "it wouldn't kill you to be a tad more grateful!"

"Grateful?" I asked, staring confusedly back at my brother. "For… what exactly?"

Zack was the one to respond, "for this trip, you dunce, you've been complaining the entire time! And, you should be pretty God damn happy because it's costing a shitload in gas."

"Like your paying for the gas," Dexter said, irked. "Don't be such a prick, she doesn't know why we're doing this, you'd be just as confused."

"Well, then, whey don't we just tell her?" Zack asked exasperatedly.

"Because that would ruin the surprise!" Answered Harrison.

"Whoop-di-freaking-doo!" Zack's voice started to rise.

"Dude, stop being such an ass."

"You stop being an ass."

I stared at the boys. "Stop it!" I finally said, "stop fighting. I'm sorry, okay? I… I, just, well, I just didn't. I'm sorry." I finished with a mighty sigh, and looked out the window. These people are freaks.

--

The next fifteen minutes were pretty awkward. No one said much. And, I wanted to die from embarrassment.

"Zack," I said timidly.

He looked at me through the review mirror, raising an eyebrow in question. "Yeah?"

"Um," I started, toying with my hands. "You know, this really is kind of awesome."

Zack nodded, "I know, right, and it was all totally my own idea."

"What?!" Let out Harrison, "this whole shindig was my plan. You would have never thought of it. Hell, you didn't even know that her-" He was cut off by Dexter's, "shut up! You'll ruin the surprise!"

I glared a Dexter. "So?"

"Aw, shit man, I almost forgot!" Harrison said, slapping his forehead.

I sighed, "C'mon, can't you at least give me a hint?"

The boys all exchanged looks, silently conferring. Finally, they all gave nods.

"Okay, we'll give you one hint," said Harrison.

"But only on one condition, you have to stop being annoying and not tell anyone about the hotel arrangements." Said Zack.

"What hotel arrangements?" I asked.

"Ah-shush-shush-shush! Shh! That's not the hint, and well, I think it's better as a surprise." Zack smirked.

"Um, okay, whatever."

"Promise not to tell."

"I promise." I agreed, rolling my eyes.

"And you won't be annoying?" Harrison questioned.

I threw a glare at him, "I'm never annoying."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, whatever, I promise not to be annoying, even though I'm physically incapable of being annoying. So, what's the hint?"

"You were right about where we're going." Said Dexter.

"PROVIDENCE!" I squealed. "OHMAGOSH! I LOVE PROVIDENCE! Harrison, do you remember when we came here for that film festival last summer? That was so awesome. And the Providence Place! I friggin' adore that bloody palace! It's gigantic!"

"Mattie, Mattie dear, please, for the love of God, shut the Hell up." Said Harrison in a monotone.

"And I love that little shop, you know the one that sells - what? Oh, right, oops. I'm being 'annoying'"

"Ya' think?" Came Zack's reply.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Dex laughed, "it's good, it's cute that your so excited."

--

I swear it was taking, like, a year to get there. And, I was bored out of my skull. I had played every car game imaginable with Dexter and outtalked every subject known to man. There was only one thing left to do-

"Music," I said, "we need music."

"Music's playing." Replied Harrison.

"Yes, I know, but it's boring music. I want something I can car-dance to."

"We don't want you to car-dance." Said Zack, very meanly, If I don't say so myself.

"This is my car and if I can't drive it, I'll be damned if I'm forced to listen to another song my Iggy and the Stooges." I said stubbornly.

"She's got a point," said Dexter.

"Dude, shut up," said an irritable Zack.

"Fine, we'll put in one of your damn CDs," grumbled Harrison.

"Saweet, pass 'em back."

I flipped though my mound of CDs, deciding on a mixed tape I had actually made for one of my old friends before he moved away. In permanent maker, the CD read, 'Thomas and my monstrous adventure theme songs.' I passed it up.

"What is this?" Zack said, reading the title.

"A mixed CD," I held back the 'duh'.

"No Thomas, is he that kid you used to always be around? An ex-boyfriend or something?" Zack asked, Harrison nudged him in the side, and cast him an annoyed look.

"No. He was my best friend a couple years back, but he moved away so now I barely see him." I sighed, talking about him sucked. We normally talked a couple times a week over the phone, but recently we'd just been playing the most obnoxious never-ending game of phone-tag. "I was supposed to spend a month with him last summer but, things came up."

"Oh. Is he gay?" Zack asked.

"What?" The whole car exclaimed.

"What? It's not like I want to get in his pants I was just wondering how your parents would allow you to spend a month with some guy."

"Oh, um, I don't know, but no. He's not gay. Sorry to disappoint."

"Hardy-har."

--

After another half an hour we finally reached our destination. A grubby little Motel 8 on the outskirts of Providence.

"Well then, this certainly is something to tell the neighborhood," Dexter joked, as we pulled into a parking space.

"Hey man, shut it, it's all that I had money for." Said Harrison defensively.

"We probably look like we're going to gang-rape your sister," Zack laughed.

"Ew, my God man, ew!" Exclaimed Harrison.

"As uncomfortable as this conversation is, I think we better hurry it up and get on with checking-in and whatnot." I suggested, unbuckling and stepping out of the car.

The air was freezing, even if it was only noontime, it was a particularly cold October day. What was today? The twenty-something; Halloween's a little more than a week away.

I'm a huge Halloween nerd, give me some fake spider web and a witch hat and I'm just delighted. Always have loved it; Thomas and I used to go around Trick Or Treating when we were little, and more recently just roaming the streets until 2 in the morning, or setting up our own little haunted houses in the local cemeteries. We picked a new one each year.

It was this particular time of the year when I'd really start to miss my old best friend. I really loved that little freak of a boy.

"Burr," I said rapping my arms around myself, "quickly now, let's get in before the authorities arrest the whores in the room next to us."

--

"Well isn't this as quaint as a cottage," said Dexter, opening the door to our room. Two queens. I hadn't asked how the sleeping arrangements were.

"Check for a stash in the lamp shade, or maybe tucked away in the bible in the cupboard thing." Smiled Zack.

"Maybe there's some cheap liquor in the shower, or some smokes." I joined.

"You're all a riot. Now, stop making fun of my hotel room," huffed Harrison.

"Awe c'mon, lighten up Harry. It's all good fun," I said, patting him on the back.

He threw me a glare and grumbled something about not calling him Harry and to hurry up so we could leave.

"You mean there's more?" I said excitedly, clapping my hands together.

"Yeah, there's more!" said Zack.

"Where are we going?"

"The airport," said Harry-boy.

My excitement faltered a bit, not entirely, I was just slightly confused. "Um, don't think that I'm not grateful or anything, because I sure am, but why are we going to the airport exactly?"

"It's a surprise." Replied Harrison.

I was really beginning to hate surprises.

--

"Flight 302 is delayed, perfect." Grumbled Zack, "another hour of waiting."

"Another hour of Mattie begging to know why we're here," added Harrison.

"And another hour of security shooting us death glares," tacked on Dexter, shooting his own at a security guard.

I nudged Dexter, rolled my eyes, and went into a small store inside the airport. They all followed, Zack scuffing his feet and complaining all the way.

"Alright," I said once they had all gathered around me, "lets get something to do for an hour."

"Like what?" Questioned Dexter.

I looked around the store. In it held: tons upon tons of magazines; every candy bar and snack food you can think of; drinks, though not many to chose from; books, either romance novels or murder mysteries; and small travel guides displaying activities that you could do in the surrounding area.

"I have no idea," I decided.

--

"THOMAS!" I screamed, once my dear friend was within view, "unbelievable!" I ran over to Tom and greeted him.

"Mattie," he said smiling, while we were still embraced.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Thomas nodded towards Dexter, Harrison, and Zack.

"You guys did this?" I squealed, "I love you guys!" I attacked them all with their own hugs.

"We know, we know, we're awesome." Zack smirked.

"Thanks," said Dexter, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well, Tom leaving is the only thing you'd talk, no sorry, whine about, the entire summer." Harrison laughed.

"Would you rather me whine about something else?" I asked, sticking out my tongue.

"Oh God no."

--

The boys talked for a bit; mostly about music or how the school had changed. Harrison and Thomas shared embarrassing stories about me. Once Tom had told everyone that I was obsessed with Aaron Carter until the 8th grade, I decided to intervene.

"Okay, okay, I think we can stop gossiping about me," I said.

"Awe c'mon Mattie, be a good sport," Zack said, nudging me in the side.

I guffawed, "I've passed being a good sport when Harrison told you all I have all the words to The Beauty and the Beast memorized, and 'blubber my frigging' eyes out' every time I watch it."

"But that's cute, you shouldn't have a problem with that," Tommy said, smiling.

I stuck out my tongue and linked arms with him, "where are we going, anyway?" We had been walking in downtown providence for about fifteen minutes.

"It's-" I cut Zack off with, "If you say 'it's surprise!' then I'm going to beat you."

"Actually, grumper-bumper, I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say that we're going to the coffee shop down the next street," Zack continued.

"Oh."

--

The coffee shop was awesome. Seriously, it was amazing. It had foreign and independent film posters wallpapering the walls, cute little chairs and tables that were brightly colored, a gorgeous man taking my order, and the most delicious coffee ever. Heaven.

"What would you like?" Questioned the previously mentioned gorgeous man. He had already taken the rest of my party's orders and now, it was my turn.

"Um," I looked up at the menu: 'frivolous frappe,' 'carnivorous coffee,' and 'Likeable Latte.' "I have no idea."

Mr. Coffee Hottie laughed, "I'd recommended the plain carnivorous coffee."

"Right, plain carnivorous, it is," I smiled.

"How much will that be?" cut in stupid Harrison.

I shot him a glare and then went to go sit down. There were no seats left, so I sat on Dexter. Eh, whatever.

"Why hello there," he said as I landed in his lap.

"Hello," I replied.

Thomas lifted his eyebrows and nodded towards Dexter and then back towards me. "You guys dating?" It was more of an accusation, rather than a question.

Zack muffled a laugh, while Dexter and I exchanged looks. Harrison, apparently returning to just hear this particular part of the conversation, chocked and started a loud coughing fit.

"No," I said, feeling my cheeks redden. "He's just a comfy cushion."

--

We spent the rest of the day roaming around downtown Providence. We spent 5 glorious hours inside the Providence Place, much to the men's dismay. It was when we finally emerged when I realized how dark it was.

"What time is it?" I asked whoever would answer me.

"9:34," answered Thomas with a quick glance at his watch.

"What's the plan, then?" I asked, we were walking towards the stream - or whatever it is- and we weren't the only ones.

There was a whole cluster of people around, overlooking whatever fascination was going on, on the river.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Boy, Mattie, awful lot of questions tonight," replied Thomas. "I don't remember you asking so many questions."

I elbowed him, "well, I always knew what was happening and," I raised my voice so that Dex, Harrison, and Zack could all hear me, "I had control over what I was doing."

Everyone ignored me. Jerks.

I harrumphed and slid in closer to the water. Next to Dexter.

"It's called water-fire." He said in a low voice. "They do it all the time."

Just then I saw what the crowd was for. Out on the water was a display of fire. Little fire pits, or something, spewing flames. It was wholly magnificent.

"It's beautiful," I half-whispered, amazed at the sight before me.

Dexter turned his head next to me and smiled. I returned the smile.

I went to look back at the water-fire thing, but Dexter stopped me. Cupping my face between his hands and kissed me.

Author's note:

Okay, so a couple things.

I'm sorry this took me forever to get on here. I had crazy amounts of school-work, not to mention a writer's block.

hence why this sort of sucks.

but, whatever.

And, my creative writing teacher's making me force any creative abilities I have left into poetry.

Which, I suck at. It's just sad at how much I fail at writing poetry. Really.

But, that should be done for a bit, we're on Travel Writing now.

yep.
Anyway, if you could tell me what you think, that'd be splendid.