Okay, so I don't know or own The Maine. I have no idea if I used this song properly in the story, but I was listening to it when I was writing and it seemed to fit to me. And the song is U2's One and I dont own that either, unfortunately. But enjoy please :)


"Pull over!" Pat shouted. "Pull over, John!" He screamed from the back of the van.

"What?!" John screamed back.

"I need to PEE!!" Pat screamed over the seats, desperately.

"What?!" John screamed again, confusion written on his face.

"Pat needs to pee." McKenzie told John absentmindedly, as she read her book.

"Ohh…" He realized. "Good. We need gas."

The Sharpied van sped down the highway as loud chaos exploded inside. Loud, audacious boys could not settle down, especially the one which was in desperate need of the facilities.

"How do you do that?" John asked the girl beside him.

"Do what?" McKenzie asked, turning a page in her book.

"That!" He pointed to her book.

"Read?" She asked him, finally looking up at him.

He rolled his eyes, "I know how to read!"

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Really?"

"I do!" He laughed. "Concentration, that's what I don't get, especially in here." He nodded to rows of rowdy boys.

She just shrugged. "I don't know…it just happens."

"Well, whatever it is, keep it up, it's impressive." He smiled.

Watching him change lanes she said, "Thanks."

"I like smart girls." He mumbled to himself.

McKenzie blushed and smiled.


"Finally!!" Pat screamed, pushing his way out of the van.

"Anyone need anything?" McKenzie asked as she hopped out of the van.

"Just some ice for the cooler, I think." Garret called from the back of the van.

"Sour Patch Kids!" Jared huffed, as he bent and stretched.

"Nothing for me, thanks." Kennedy mumbled from his spot in the van.

"Okay. John? Anything?"

"Umm… M&M's please?" He asked.

She smiled, "Exactly what I wanted."

Turning around she took Pat's path to the gas station's store.


"Hey, Pat." McKenzie called, seeing the boy come out of the restrooms, looking very relieved. "Feelin' better? She smiled.

Sighing loudly he said, "So much better!" He smiled. "Need me to get anything?"

"No, I got it. Thanks!" She smiled.

"Okay." He brushed the bangs out of his eyes. "See you out in the van." Then he was gone.

She wandered the shelves until she found everything.

"Did you find everything alright?" The cashier asked.

"Yes, thank you." She responded.

"This all?"

"Yes and a bag of ice, from out front."

Paying and collecting her things she proceeded to the ice bags freezer.


"What's taking her so long?" Garrett asked, crossing his arms.

"I don't know. I just saw her." Pat responded, leaning against the van. Coming around the bumper John announced,

"Van's filled. Let's go!"

"Can't." Pat told him.

"Why?" John asked, brushing his bangs out of his face.

"Waiting for Kenzie."

"Well, what is she doing?!" He asked, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Flirting, it seems." Jared spoke up, from his spot on the ground.

"Whaat?!" The other three boys exclaimed.

Jared pointed towards the freezers. McKenzie was leaning on the freezer door laughing at something the buff guy in front of her said.

"What the hell?" John screeched.

"Aww, she's so bad at it!" Garrett chuckled.

"Don't make fun of her!" Pat chided, chuckling himself.

"What is this dick doing?" John asked, clenching his fists.

Pat and Garrett just exchanged a look between them, behind John's back.

"Calm down, John. She's just talking." Jared told John, hoping to calm him down.

"More like flirting!" Garrett teased.

"You're not helping!" Jared said to Garrett, sharply.

"McKenzie!" John shouted.

"Oh, God." Pat said under his breath.

McKenzie turned from the guy in front of her to her friends. Holding up her index finger signaling for one minute she turned back to the "dick".

"What shit is this?!" John fumed, mimicking McKenzie's "One Minute Finger".

The rest of the boys didn't respond.

"McKenzie! Get your ass over here!" John screamed, finally fet up.

Glaring at John she finished her conversation.

"What the Hell is wrong with you, O'Callaghan?!" She asked when she finally reached him. Dropping the bag of ice on the ground she asked him, "Couldn't you let me have one freakin' conversation?!"

He just stood quietly in front of her, clearly speechless. Throwing his M&M's at him, she walked around him and got into the van.


In the darkness and quietness of the van a voice spoke,

"I'm sorry."


"I'm sorry." It said again.

Quietness still.

"McKenzie?!" The voice questioned his voice high.

"John, I forgive you…But," she paused. "You need to make up your mind. You know how I feel."

Quietness once again, except for the soft snoring of the boys, the tires on the pavement, and Johnny's sharp intake of breath.

"Please hurry and choose, Johnny." She whispered.

Reaching for the radio he flipped through the songs before finally turning up the volume.

One love, One life, when it's one need in the night. One love you get to share it, leaves you baby if you don't care for it…

"I'm choosing." He whispers. Slowly, gently he grasps her hand in his.

One love, one blood, one life you got to do what you should. One life with each other…

Held together by hands and song they continued down the dark highway.