17

We drove off that night to the beach house. It was only about an hour's drive from school and we prepared all our luggage before we went to the game.

I was in my car with Candice, Mel, Matt and Jake. Matt is behind the wheels because he insisted he is older and he should be in charge. Mel took shotgun, and we didn’t protest in any way. I was sandwiched between Jake and Candice, who was in deep thoughts while staring at the night.

“Can, what’s up?” I broke the comfortable silence in the car.

“Nothing.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” I caressed her crumpled forehead.

She gave me a reassuring smile, pressing my hands, “we’re on vacation, Bobbie. I’ll tell