Little mixture of Just Listen, Truth about Forever, and some parts with people from Along for the Ride. You know, Dessen's best books.

Graduation Trip

Chapter 1

"Okay, I don't hate them or anything, but I refuse to ride with them."

Wes sighed. "Why, Kristy?"

"Because he plays creepy music! I am not driving all the way down to Colby listening to weird music."

"Put in your headphones!"

"No," Kristy told us simply before walking passed me and climbing into the front seat of the truck. "I'm riding in the truck. Monica can ride with Annabel and her weird boyfriend."

"His name is Owen," I said. "And stop. He might hear you."

"That's another thing. He's so…angry. I refuse to ride with him."

"Fine," Wes said, about done with the whole thing. "She rides with them. She can't smoke though. Owen doesn't like it. Alright?"

Monica, who was still struggling with putting her bag in the bed of the truck, looked up. "Doneven."

"Wes can ride with them," Kristy said, closing the door and rolling down the window.

"It's my truck, Kristy."

"And? Macy would rather ride with me and Monica than you. Besides, Bert's riding with them. You can hang out with him."

We all looked back at Owen's Land Cruiser, where Bert was sitting on the hood, listen to Owen talk. For some reason, he thought that Owen was some amazing guy. And I didn't dislike him or Annabel, they were okay, but they were more of friends of Wes. Well, Owen was at least.

This all started when my mom told me that I could take my friends down to the beach house by ourselves, as a graduation present. Then, Wes asked if he could invite Owen. I had hung out with him a few times. Then Owen asked if Annabel could come. I knew Annabel because nearly everyone at my school knew her after what happened with her and some chick named Sophie. She was nice, I guess.

"Actually, Kristy, I want to ride with Wes. We can all ride in the truck, can't we?"

"The two coolers are taking up two of the seats in the back, so no." Wes opened Kristy's car door again. "Out. Now."


"Kristy, I am so not in the mood to discuss this. You're riding with Owen. Get over it."

Groaning, she jumped out of the truck, shooting us both dirty looks. Wes just shook his head.

"Can we go now?" Owen asked from over by his car. He had so far been in an okay mood and I wanted to keep it like that. Last time I saw him, he got upset. Last week at a party, Wes and him were talking when some dude spilt his drink on Annabel. Owen flipped out. Wes had to drag him away, which was not fun for any of us.

"Yeah, sure. Kristy's riding with y'all," Wes said, going to close the tailgate. Monotone jumped into the back and I got shotgun.

"This is going to be a long week," I told my boyfriend as he got into the truck.

"As long as Owen stays cool, we'll be good."

"What about Kristy?" Now that she was post-breakup, she was a monster to deal with too. "You should have just let her ride with us."

"Why? So that she could ruin our alone time?"

"Monica's here."

Wes just glanced at her before shrugging. I smiled at him before turning up the radio.

"I am so glad you convinced her to ride with Owen," I told Wes. "I hate listening to his…crap."

"I don't mind it."

"That's because he likes you. When it's just me and him, he basically acts like I'm not even there."

"He's been going through a lot. That's why he's getting worse with his anger."

"And we're taking him to Colby because…?"

"I'm being a good friend. He needs to get away, Macy."


Wes reached over and patted my leg. "Pretty soon, we'll be in Colby, I'll take you out just you and me, and everything will be good. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Who's staying where?" Wes asked after we had taken all our stuff into the cabin.

"I don't care. Just stay out of my mom's room."

"I call the top bunk on those bunk beds," Bert yelled.

"No," Wes told him, going to get a soda out of one of the coolers. "Maturity rule. Oldest picks first."

"Who's oldest?" Kristy asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Me," Wes told her. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, pick."

"Me and Macy get Caroline's room."

"You can't pick for her," Bert said. "That's cheating. You get the bed in Caroline's room. Fine. Next."

"I don't know. Uh…Owen?" Wes looked at him, but he shook his head.

"Annabel's older than me by a month."

"Fine. Annabel, chose."

"Wait." Bert crossed his arms. "How do we know that she's next oldest? Kristy could be-"

"Me and Owen can just stay in here, on the couch," she offered up. Owen looked like he was going to argue, but then just went back to his mp3 player.

"Then it's down to Monica, Kristy, Macy, and me," Bert said. "Who's next?"

Monica, who had stayed outside to smoke, was skipped, so Kristy went next.

"Well, I know Bert wants the bunk beds, so…It's either share a room with him or Wes…Well…"


"What? It's not my fault there's only one bed in the room with Wes."

"I'm sharing with Wes. Have fun with Bert."

"What about Monica?" Bert asked.

"Oh, we brought a sleeping bag, just in case," Kristy reassured him as she went to their room. "Come on, Bert. We're going to set ground rules."

"Ground rules?"

"I am not an easy person to deal with in the morning."

"Oh, yes, I know."

Wes stayed to talk to Owen about something, so I took our stuff to my sister's room. When he came in there, he immediately jumped onto the bed.

"We're here now."


"So…What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. You?"

"I'm sure Kristy and Bert will be in here soon bothering us."


"Come here."

I laid down next to him, laughing when he blew air in my face, something he knew I hated.

"I really wish we had just come down here alone."

"My mom would have never gone for that."

"Eh, who needs her?"

"Me, kind of."

"Yeah, you." He kissed my nose.

"You know, though, that we can't mess around in here."

"Why not?"

"This is my sister's bed. Ew."

"You don't think that maybe…her and Wally did in here, do you?"

"…I don't want to think about it."

He laughed, closing his eyes. "Even if this whole weeks sucks, at least we get to be alone in this room."


"Wes, tell Kristy that it's not fair for her to think that-"

"Bert, could you try knocking?"

He frowned. "Yeah, but-"

"Your room, your problems."


"Macy, he can fight his own battles."

"Not ones with Kristy. Even you can hardly deal with that."

"I can hear you," Kristy yelled from somewhere in the house.

"Just go, Bert," Wes said, waving his brother off. "We're busy."

Grumbling, the boy left, much to the joy of Wes. I laid my head closer to his.

"You're so mean to your brother sometimes."

"Nah, you just don't understand because you're the younger sibling."

"Oh, right, okay."

"It's true. If you were older, you would understand."

He rolled onto his back while I laid a hand on his chest, sighing a little. "Yeah, okay."

"You should call your mom; tell her that we're here."

"I sent her a text."

"What time is it?" He asked. I pulled out my cell to look. "Ten."

""We should have left earlier."

"We were going to, but then Kristy said that she had something to do and that it wouldn't matter if we got here at night." Wes sighed a little. "She's been really annoying since she got broken up with."

"I think that most people are."

"Not all." He kissed me. "You wanna go back out there or what?"

"We can," I said, standing up. I took his hands and helped him get up. As soon as he was, Wes kissed me before letting go of my hands and walking out of the room. I shadowed him to the living room.

"The great thing about the Mayan's is that they just disappeared. Still to this day, no one-"

"Owen, I promise you that she doesn't care," Annabel said, making Owen frown. Monica, who he was talking to, just stared blankly at him. "And I don't really want to hear you talk about it anymore."

"Whatever." He was sitting down on the couch next to his girlfriend, messing around on his laptop.

"Are we going to do anything tonight?" Kristy asked, coming into the room with a now sullen Bert following. I felt bad for him, having to share a room with Kristy.

"No," Wes said, walking into the kitchen. My mother and sister had been down here alone last week and left us sodas and food. "I mean, you can, but I'm tired. Macy?"

"We can just wait till tomorrow to do stuff. Unless you had plans, Kristy."

"No, I'm just bored."

Wes came back out of the kitchen with a pack of Oreos. "Then go out and do something. I'm going to bed."

Owen got up and walked out of the house, his girlfriend following. Bert ran after them, making me smile a little.

"What's his problem?" Kristy asked, nodding in the direction of Wes, who was walking back towards Caroline's room.

"I don't know. He's just been uptight recently."

"Well, I think he's been a jerk to me recently," Kristy said.

"Mmmhmm," Monica agreed, staring at her nails.

"I don't know anything about it," I told her, shrugging.

"Well, ask him."

"Ask him what?"

"If he's mad at me."


"Go. Come back and report when you're done."

Rolling my eyes, I left them and went to my sister's room. Wes was in bed, eating cookies. Slowly, I laid down next to him, shaking my head when he asked me if I wanted a cookie.

"Don't eat those all," I warned. "You'll get sick."

Wes just kissed my head. "You wanna go for a run in the morning?"


"Well, we are."

Yawning, I decided I had better find out what Kristy wanted before I fell asleep. "So what's up with you and Kristy?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been mean to her. Are you angry with her?"

"No. I'm just over listen to her. She's been bugging me recently, that's all."

"She thinks that you're mad at her."


I took a cookie from the container. "Are you seriously just going to sleep?"

"Right now, yeah." He set the cookies on the ground before turning to me. He kissed me once, but nothing was ever one with us. I guess we stayed in our room for longer than I thought, because when he finally laid down to go to sleep and I left the room, Kristy and Bert were gone. I peaked into their room, but Monica was just sleeping in the sleeping bag, offering up no explanation.

When I went into the living room, Annabel was sleeping on the couch, while Owen sat on the ground with his back pressed against the couch. Resting on his knees was his laptop with his headphones plugged in. Not wanting to deal with him, I refrained from asking about Kristy and Bert. He probably wouldn't know anyways.

I got a soda before going out on the porch, looking around. It was kind of cold out tonight. I sat down in my mom's chair, sighing a little.

I must have fallen asleep out there, because Kristy woke me up as her and Bert came out onto the porch.

"There you are," Kristy said, coming up behind me. "Macy, I think that I met Mr. Extraordinary."

Rolling his eyes, Bert sat down in a chair next to me. "He didn't even speak to us."

"I could see it in his eyes."

I opened my eyes a little, blinking. "What?"

"We went to go find a party."

"And you did?" I asked.


"Then where-"

"He was riding a bike around. He was amazing."

Bert shook his head. "He did some tricks. He didn't even know you were watching him."

"A bike? Isn't that kind of childish, Kristy?"

"No. Wes plays with metal all day. You don't think that's childish."

"Metal isn't childish. It's…manly."

"This is a conversation that I can be taken out of," Bert said, standing up and going back inside.

"So what did Wes say?" Kristy asked.

"About what?"


"Nothing, really. Just that…you're annoying him recently."

"What? That's all he told you?" She frowned. "How am I annoying him?"

"I don't now."

"Macy, you guys were in there forever."

"We got…sidetracked. Besides, it was not that long."

"Did he tell you anything else? Like anything?"


"How am I going to fix it if I don't know how I'm annoying him?"

"Just quit talking to him for awhile," I suggested. "Then he'll see how great of friends you guys are and miss you. It'll work."

"I guess," Kristy said, walking off inside. I stayed out there for a few more minutes before getting up and heading in also. I passed Owen, who was still on his laptop. He nodded at me this time and I smiled back at him before heading to Caroline's room.

I changed into shorts before getting into bed with Wes. He was mostly asleep, but did pat me on the head.

"Don't treat me like a kid."

"Just go to sleep," he told me. "Tomorrow, we get to run."


"It better be."