After another hour & ½, all of us, being girls, were in desperate need of a rest area. We pulled in and all ran inside. After doin’ what girls do, which was definitely fixing our hair and criticizing our butts, we walked back outside to the car. Guess who pulled in, two parking spots over from us? None other than the two guys in the cool old red car. Not gonna lie, the blond was gorgeous, and the brunette…was very not cute at all. It was my turn to drive because we were only 30 minutes away, and I was basically the only one who knew where we were going once we got off the highway. So, as the guys were walking in, I said pretty obnoxiously loud, ‘Only Thirty more minutes and we’re there! I’m so freakin’ excited!’ which led into Jenn giving a ‘Yesss!’. We hopped in the car and we were off.
It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes, and a car was approaching very fast. It pulled up right next to us. With our music blaring, I couldn’t hear what Jenn had been saying. All I saw was her pointing out the drivers side window. As I turned to look, there were the guys! The Blond was driving (he probably wouldn’t let the other one touch his precious little car), and the brunette in the passenger seat. His window was rolled down, and he was motioning for us to roll ours down, too. So, what do you do? A girl who just broke up with her boyfriend, who feels completely ugly and has no self-confidence what-so-ever, you roll down your window. I turned the music down and looked outside to the guys. He yelled, “Where are you going?”
“Mackinac!” I yelled back, smiling the whole time. C’mon, going 75 and yelling in-between cars gives you a rush. It’s exciting, daring…adventurous. Okay, not really- but it’s the most adventure I had in a long time. Then he yelled something else, and all I heard was ‘party’. So, of course, I had to yell back. “Where?!” I got all excited.
“Manistique!”
Before I knew what I was doing, I yelled, “SURE!”
The brunette said, “We’ll pull off at the next exit and talk!” it sounded good to me, so they pulled in front of us to lead the way. I rolled the window up and Jenn just looked at me. “What?!”
“No.” Lyndsi piped up from the backseat.
“No what?” I asked.
“Kristy! They’re expecting us at the hotel. Not only that, your dad wants us to call him! It’s midnight, I’m tired- we’re going to the hotel.” Jenn was almost in hysterics.
“I know, I know…but, it’s Manistee!”
She would cautiously say “Kristy…” and I would slow back down. Slowly the Mackinac Bridge exit signs popped up. Which meant that the boys would be getting off at the exit we wanted. Sure enough, they did. As they slowed down on the exit ramp, we sped up on the highway. With a ‘see ya!’ we passed them. We got off at the next exit, and with a gas station on our left and pitch blackness on our right, we were arguing which way to turn. I picked the right, it was another adventure. Jenn and Lyndsi wanted to go left, but they weren’t driving. I turned on the second road on our left and it led us straight to the back of the movie theater. There was a back road leading to another street that was well lit, so I took it. It led us right to the hotel-strip, and I knew exactly where we were. Turning right on the back-strip about a ½ mile down we found our hotel. I pulled into the parking lot and Jenn started freaking out.
“It’s them! It’s them! Oh my God!”
“What?!” I shouted, frantically looking around for the red car.
“In the parking lot!” she was pointing to a car in our hotel’s parking lot.
I just looked at her. “Jenn, no.”
“No?”
“No. That’s black. Their car was red.”
“Are you sure?”
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