"Welcome to the show it's a story you've heard a thousand times so take a seat and get lost with me."
"I am not a hipster,” The boy smacked his hand over his heart like he was deeply offended by the term and turned his face away from Maria with mock hurt. Everything about him screamed Indie-Alternative but hipster was a no-go. “I prefer to be known as unique or adventurous or having the guts to use my independent judgement, thank you very much: I guess ‘hipster’ is just too mainstream for me, as is your Escalade which I care nothing about and probably won’t bother to learn about.”
Sam hummed as his hair whipped a fly away from his face. He should’ve really wore a headband or something because even if he looked ridiculous in front of Maria, it would stop his fringe from aggravating him so much. “Boston?” he repeated to make sure he’d heard correctly against the sound of the road under the Mercedes and the wind blowing past them. “I’ve only listened to their greatest album. It’s good but all their songs sound the same to me. I listened to them when I was bored though so I didn’t pay much attention. I’ll give them a listen if you think they’re worth it? I listen to far too many bands to keep up with, ha.”
In the minutes after that, Samuel felt an overwhelming sense of Deja Vu and noticed that the playlist was beginning to repeat itself. He was pretty sure that he’d added enough songs to last them the whole journey though so either his iPod was being a prick and skipping songs or they’d been travelling for way longer than he’d thought. “Were we supposed to take a turn back there?” Sam cut through the speakers to ask Maria. He offered a toothy grin, half-amused and half-guilty because he knew he was supposed to be keeping track of the map. Even if their roles hadn’t been formally decided before they’d set off, Maria had said that he was to blame if they got lost. In front of them, the road seemed to stretch for miles. It was daunting. “I didn’t think it’d be this far away, that’s all. Shouldn’t we be off the main road by now, oh great and almighty driver? We can’t set up camp in the middle of a highway. Also, I need to piss and there’s a bottle between my legs and it’s giving me ideas that you probably won’t like much.”
"Think about it as a big, black car. That’s it, I won’t get into detail because you clearly wouldn’t understand." Maria chuckled as he faked being offended by being called hipster. "Indie— what’ That was just a fancy way to call yourself hipster." Maria poked the fun out of Samuel like she used to do it with Asher when he was less of a dick. "Yeah, Boston, they’re good. you should give it a try. From the 90’s, do you like anything?" She asked, she liked the music from the 90’s a lot really and from the early 00’s.
"I’m the one driving, Sam; you should be the one aware of the signs." She said, looking for a turn so she could start driving back in case they were missing the actual road, she just saw highway ahead of them, so yeah; she would get rid of all responsibility if they got lost; it was easier to blame him anyway because she had to be aware that they wouldn’t get hit by another car or a trailer.