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just
walked out the door. Brian saw the look on my face and seemed to sense there
was something wrong. He looked at Sarah, who knew everything, and she just
shook her head. I had a feeling that Brian already knew everything too, though;
he must have talked to Sean. Brian grabbed Sarah’s bags and we headed out to
the truck.
    Brian and Sean tossed
the bags in the bed of the truck and tied them down next to the quads. I walked
around to the driver’s side of the truck and realized that I would have to get
up yet again. Sean walked up unbelievably close and unlocked the truck. He
looked at me and held out his hand to help me up. I took it silently, hopping
up into the truck, and he handed me my blanket. Sarah and Brian got in on their
side without a problem…I looked at them enviously for the fact that they didn’t
need an extra boost. Sean got in and started the truck. He looked into the rearview
mirror to back out, only to discover that he could see me perfectly. I sighed
and prepared myself for the long drive ahead of us.

Chapter Five
     
    The hostility
was rolling off of Brian and Sean as we drove down the street. It probably wasn’t
a good idea to let them sit up front together, but it was too late now. They
were both in a bad mood and I could tell that this wasn’t going to be a good
trip if Brian didn’t apologize, hopefully soon. A small part of me was telling
me that I should do something, but I was too tired to do anything at the
moment. I ruffled through my bag looking for my iPod. Of course, it was at the
bottom, underneath everything. I pulled it out and put the volume on high to
drown out the sound of the music coming from the expensive stereo system in
Sean’s truck.
    Being sick that
morning had really taken it out of me. It didn’t help that I hadn’t slept
well….I’d had nightmares all night long. It didn’t take long for me to fall
into a deep sleep.
    For the second
time that day, I didn’t wake up pleasantly.
    “No, I trusted
you with that. You don’t get to use it against me. I thought you were more
considerate than that.”
    “Dammit Sean, I
said I was sorry! I’ve had plenty of things going on in my life too. Did you
ever think of that? Did you even consider that possibility?”
    Their screaming
did not help my head, and my stomachache was back. I started to wonder if I
really had eaten something bad rather than just being punished by my guilt. I
didn’t have very long to think about it.
    “That’s beside—”
Sean started his side of the argument again.
    “Sean, pull
over,” I mumbled quickly.
    “No,” he
stubbornly replied. “I don’t want to hit traffic.”
    “Pull over,” I
calmly but firmly repeated. He looked into the mirror and must have seen that I
wasn’t joking, because he slowed down and pulled over to the right hand
shoulder. Not caring whether I made it down safely, I hopped out of the truck
quickly. Slamming the door and running behind the truck, I got to the side of
the freeway just in time.
    The morning’s
breakfast came tumbling out, not caring how I felt about getting sick. I heard
another slam of the truck’s door and prayed that Brian wasn’t coming to tease
me again.
    “Sam? Are you
okay?” a voice I knew too well was asking when obviously I wasn’t okay. I would
have preferred Brian’s teasing.
    “Sean, does it
look like I’m okay?” I gagged on the last few words and he ran to my side.
    “Is there
anything I can do to help?” he asked worriedly.
    “No.”
    “Nothing?”
    “Please, just
stop talking,” I groaned. I was trying to focus on not getting sick, and his
talking was not helping me keep my focus.
    The nausea
passed a lot quicker than I thought it would. Trying to hold onto what dignity
I had left, I stood up straight.
    “Do you want
some water?” He held a water bottle out to me and I gratefully grabbed it.
Taking a swig, I swished it around my mouth and spit it out. I thanked him and
started to walk around to the front of the