3. The Stop.
I was the last one to get myself ready and get drinks and food and stuff from the service station, but that was fine. Ryder stayed with me, and he didn't seem to give a damn if I took forever or not. As we were walking out of the automatic doors, I heard the sounds of everyone laughing at some nearly inaudible dirty joke about horses. It was a nice sound to hear at eleven in the morning.
Climbing into one of the three pick up trucks we had to fit the thirty of us, I let Ryder's dog, Beejee, onto my lap and he stuck his head out the window. Once everyone had gotten into their trucks, we set off again.
"How much longer is it to Lowley House Jackie?" I asked one of the two girls that was squashed into the three seats of the back of the truck.
"Oh, I don't know...Fifteen minutes, maybe? I'm not too sure." I nodded my thanks, and turned the radio on. Grunting at the radio that nothing good was actually on, Ryder lifted a hand off the gear-shift to chuck me a CD case hanging from his mirror.
"Look about three CD's in, no-the other si-yea, that one, put that on, would you?" His voice seemed husky all of a sudden. Sliding in the CD, Metro Station-Shake It blasted out, and someone-I think it was Billy-gave an appreciative, echoing hoot from the open topped part of the truck. Rolling down all of our windows and donning sunglasses, Ryder stamped on the accelerator, and shot off down the empty highway, dust and wind and laughing billowing in our wake.