"Like… it's a true story, but instead of it being a documentary, it's acted out by actors. Machine Gun Kelly played Tommy Lee, and a bunch of pretentious middle-aged guys got pissed about it." She said, shrugging. "I mean, the band was directly involved, so I don't get what they were on, but-" She shook her head so she would stop rambling. I was in my bed in New York… what the fuck? "Also, Coke and Pepsi taste the same."
"I told you! Maybe both co…" Eric was about something before he heard Roxy going on and on about biopics and actors, "Machine gun Kelly?" He thought about the name for a moment but couldn't think of anything. "How can something be an entertaining movie but also an informational documentary?" He thought that Roxy was lying but he thought of something funny, "Reed, do you think this girl is trying to make stuff up just to impress you? Or is she trying to hitchhike with us?"
Reed decided to let the Coke/Pepsi thing go. For now. He grinned in Roxy's direction. "Funny, don't remember anything like that that came out last year. But then again, I'm not much of a moviegoer."
Turning to Eric for a moment, he drawled, "Well, it wouldn't be the first time." He turned back to Roxy. "Yo, princess, are you trying to impress us, or are you a hitchhiker? We don't have all day."
Roxy sighed softly, mumbling a "Do I look straight?" under her breath. "No, I'm not doing either. I laid down in my bed in New York after some online class, and then woke up in California, and I don't even know what's happening."
Eric turned his head to Reed then back to Roxy, "what else would a teen like you be doing here in California?" He thought about why she would be here, "Explain to us why you are here alone? Wait… why am I asking now? Reagan the actor became president so there is no point."
Reed rolled his eyes underneath his shades. "Okay princess, imma give it to you straight. We don't know what the h*ll you're talking about, we still don't your name, and you happen to be in our band van- at least that's what I like to call it- right in the middle of us getting gas and taking bathroom breaks on our way to practice. Admittedly, you're a nice surprise, but like I said, we don't have all day. Do you know anyone you could call? Also, Eric, is Zachary still getting snacks? Oh wait, I see him."
He had glanced out of the front window and saw a boy about their age walking towards the van with a few bags and boxes of junk food in his arms. The boy came around the back and sat in the seat behind Roxy and the female band member, who we will say is named Mathilda, announcing that he brought snacks when he noticed Roxy and started to ask something. Reed held up a hand.
"Save your questions Zach, we're trying to figure this out too. Eric found her out on the sidewalk, we don't know her."
The boy, Zach, gave Reed and Roxy weird looks, then shrugged and started passing out the potato chips.
"First of all, my name is Roxy, second off all- wait, did you say Regan?" She asked suddenly, turning to look at Eric. "Dude, he's been dead for like, 17 years. We're stuck with Trump, unfortunately, but at least he's only got a few more weeks-"
Eric interrupted Roxy by starting to laugh at what she said, "A president named after the duck! And an instrument! That's ridiculous!" He covered his stomach from the laughing. Once he was finished laughing, despite having a smile on his face, he said, "how can Reagan be dead for 17 years if he just took office? If Reagan died 17 years, as you said, he would have died in 1964."
Reed laughed and hollered with Eric, banging the steering wheel. "Well, Roxy, I'm afraid you got it wrong. We have a duck for a president, not an instrument." he wheezed. "And last time I checked, the duck is still very much alive. What he said." He gestured in Eric's direction. Glancing at him, he chuckled, "That was priceless."
He turned back to Roxy. "Lemme just ask you again. You got anyone you can call? Come pick you up or something?"
"…He died in 2004?" She said, horribly confused. "What the hell are you on?"
"Me? what are you on?" Eric said with frustration to Roxy now, "2004? It's 1981! I think you are the one that's high!"
Reed scoffed under his breath. Okay, guess she doesn't have anyone to call.
He had his hands on the steering wheel, tapping his pointer finger and also feeling frustration rising in him. He took a moment to comb his fingers through his curly, bright blue hair. He could hear the other band members muttering in confusion and impatience.
"Roxy, there's a newspaper under the seat. If you can't somehow remember what the date is, look in that newspaper and remind yourself. Now, I'm going to start the van and get out of this gas station. I'm assuming you don't know anyone you could call." He looked over at Eric. "She clearly won't be safe on her own. Do you wanna kidna- I mean, take her with us?"
"I know the date. January 13, 2021. Jesus, I know I'm sleep deprived as fuck, but I'm not stupid." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just got out of class, and I was trying to procrastinate my homework."
"She's out of her mind," Eric answered, "might as well take her with us." He got in the shotgun seat and handed the newspaper to Roxy. "Alright princess, today is January 14, 1981. Whatever act or game you are pulling on us, it's not funny anymore. We struggle to get by because of who we are and now you are close to putting us close to the edge of throwing you out while this van is still moving."
Zach used sign language to talk to Eric about Roxy. Eric answered back and told him everything through sign language also. Zach didn't have a problem with his hearing but he was mute. He lost his voice when he was 10 and hasn't spoken a word ever since. "The random girl is gay," Zach gestured.
"Why should I know this?" Eric gestured back, "and how do you know?"
"She's not acting like the other women in the crowd we saw at our first gig. She feels out of place."
((Zach knows what's up))
(He's one of those people who just knows by looking at someone)
((I wish I had that skill, my gaydar is hella defective))
(we stan Zach, he brought the snacks and he got gaydar 1000)
(My gaydar doesn't even turn on. Alright, so Zach is mute, he brought the snacks, and he is a walking gaydar)
"I'm gonna start the vaaan," Reed teased. "Alright princess, you're coming with us, I guess." He caught Eric doing sign language. "Wait, did Zach say something?"
He put the keys in the ignition, and the van stuttered to life. Reed brought the van out of the gas station and waited before getting on the road, looking for an opening. For now, cars and buses passed by, blocking the road. He sighed.
(and I love him :>)
((Zach is now on my lists of fictional sons))
Roxy looked out the back window, biting her tongue. "I'm not your fucking princess." She said, honestly questioning her sanity. Wait… 1981… NO THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME TO BE GAY FUCK FUCK FUCK MOTHERFUCK OF A SHIT FUCK-
"I wasn't calling you MY princess. I'm just calling you that in general," Eric said as he was looking for an opening in the traffic, "there's an opening coming in a few feet." He looks over at Zach to see what he was doing. He was talking to Mathilda about Roxy. "Is she your type?" Zach gestured.
(Mc'scuse me? You have a list of fictional sons? I have never heard of that in my life)