6Don't worry, it's only going to be a few chapters before they get out on the road and start their adventure!
Chapter 2: The Planning Session
Ding-dong
With full hands,Davis rang the doorbell to TK's mother's apartment on a pleasant Saturday morning. His mother always left for work early on weekends since she was a bit of a workaholic, so Davis knew TK would be the only one home. He stood back to wait patiently for him to come to the door.
Unfortunately, Davis had an extremely short attention span and found it best to keep ringing the doorbell repeatedly to speed up the process.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-
Suddenly a disheveled looking TK answered the door, "What do you want?"
Davis chuckled. "Nice pajamas," he commented referring to TK's plaid pajama pants and stained grey t-shirt.
"Do you know what time it is?" TK growled through clenched teeth as he ran his fingers through his hair to discover his horrible case of bed-head.
"I don't know, eight A.M.?" Davis answered. He was being a little too perky for TK in the morning, but Davis had always been an early riser while TK could probably sleep for eighteen hours if no one disturbed him.
The brunette then pushed past TK to enter the apartment. This wasn't the first time Davis had come over uninvited, but it may have been the first time this early on a weekend.
He walked over to the kitchen and dropped his armful on the table before looking around at the familiar space. It wasn't a huge apartment, but it wasn't small either. It was just about the right size considering only two people lived there. TK's parents had divorced when he was younger, and TK's father and older brother, Matt, lived across town.
TK walked over wiping sleep out of his eyes to stare at the substance taking up his kitchen table. "What are these?"
Davis smirked. Even if TK was irritated by being woken up, his curiosity got the best of him. His friend replied, "They're maps."
TK blinked. "For what?"
"The road trip," Davis stated frankly.
"We're planning it now?" After all, they had only decided last night they were having one and would have weeks to get ready. There was no reason to rush. "How did you get all these maps anyway?"
"Well, I kind of figured you and Ken would say yes, so I got them ahead of time," Davis admitted. "Here, you go get dressed, and I'll call Ken to come over."
Normally TK would be much too stubborn to listen to anyone who had just strolled into his home on a Saturday morning without even an apology or explanation of why it had to be this untimely, but this was Davis.
So all he did was grumble reluctantly, "Fine," and head back to his room to change.
When Davis had called Ken in the middle of eating breakfast, he wasn't that shocked. He figured that he was probably calling for something important (or he was bored), but when told to come over to TK's apartment with a ruler and some cereal, Ken was a little suspicious.
Deciding not to question his motives, Ken showed up promptly with a wooden ruler and a half-eaten box of Cheerios, and like Davis said, the door was unlocked, so Ken strolled in.
It wasn't until he saw the pile of papers on the kitchen table that he stopped.
"TK? Davis?" Ken called.
"Over here!" TK's distant answer came from another room.
"So why did I have to bring this stuff?" Ken inquired.
TK grabbed the Cheerios from Ken's hand and went to sit down at the table in the corner that wasn't covered. Then he told Ken, "Well the cereal's because I never ate breakfast."
Ken raised an eyebrow. "And you don't have anything to eat?"
"We're out of cereal," TK defended as he took his first spoonful up to his mouth.
The genius could only roll his eyes at his friend's antics before moving on. "Where's Davis?"
Almost immediately the papers had manifested together before falling apart; one of them had landed in TK's soggy cereal receiving an agitated 'Hey!' from him. From under the papers, Davis appeared and seemed alarmed to find TK and Ken in the room.
Quickly recovering from his surprise, Davis questioned, "You brought the ruler, right, Ken?"
Still startled by Davis's sudden appearance Ken stuttered, "Uh, y-yeah. Here it is."
The goggle-wearing teenager took the ruler from Ken and began speedily explaining his agenda to the other two. "Thanks, Ken. It's too hard to eyeball these distances. Anyway, I say we leave in my car the morning after graduation. We'll need to bring a lot of supplies since we don't know what we could go up against on the road. Then of course there's driving and gas. We should split the gas money and switch drivers every few hours. Oh, also someone should always have the map… How does that sound?"
Davis's expectant look was met with TK playing with his cereal thus only half paying attention to his rambling and a blank stare from Ken.
The silence was broken when Ken finally spoke what was on his mind. "This is about the road trip?"
Davis sighed, "Yes, Ken. I thought you might've figured that out on your own from the maps."
Ken grumbled, "You could have told me instead of being so secretive about the whole thing."
"Does it matter?" Davis questioned, a little vexed that that was all Ken had to say.
"Kind of," Ken revealed.
Noticing the building tension, TK cut in, "So where would we go anyway?"
With a new vigor, Davis answered, "Anywhere and everywhere, Teeks. We live to drive, and we drive to live."
"Isn't that a song?"
Davis paused as if in thought before shrugging; "Probably."
"What about nights?" Ken questioned, "We'll go crazy sleeping in the car every night."
"There are motels," Davis said matter-of-factly.
"So it's settled," TK concluded, "We just drive, check the map, end up wherever we end up, and split everything evenly?"
In unison Davis and Ken agreed, "Right."