Page 7 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

“You backed that big-ass bus in by yourself?” Wendy gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Meg nodded with pride. “You bet your ass I did. Now, don’t ask me to parallel park, though.”

“I heard that,” I mumbled, sharing a knowing glance with Karmen.

Meg stepped back and flashed a wide smile. “Just pull right in. I’ll tell you when to stop so your door isn’t behind the tree.”

I nodded and eased into the spot, keeping my eyes on Meg as she guided me forward. She stood in front, arms outstretched, motioning me to inch closer, closer—until she waved both hands in a firm stop. I shifted into park and took a deep breath.

“Not bad for her maiden voyage with me behind the wheel.”

“Wait, I thought you said you’ve driven this before,” Raven said, raising an eyebrow as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

I shrugged. “I mean, I drove it home from the dealership, but that was pretty much it. Wrecker drove when we went camping a couple of weeks ago.”

“Probably for the best that you didn’t tell us before,” Nikki laughed, shaking her head as she reached for the door handle.

“Okay, okay. Get me out of here. I’m ready to get my camping on,” Karmen said, sitting back to let the others out first.

We all piled out of the Mini Weenie, stretching our legs and taking in the scene around us. Meg’s RV was already set up like a home away from home. The awning was out, casting a wide shadow over a cozy setup of chairs and a small table. In the center, a fire pit roared to life, its flames licking the air with warmth and the promise of s’mores later.

“Man,” Nikki called out, hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene. “You guys already got this feeling like home.”

The door to Meg’s RV banged open, and out stepped an attractive woman with cut-off shorts and a long-sleeve white T-shirt. Her legs were tanned, and her hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail. She looked at us with a wide smile. “They’re here?” she asked, glancing over at Meg.

“Yeah,” Meg called back. “They’re here, Reva.”

Reva. The name tugged at my memory, but I struggled to place it. Was she married to Bear? Or was it Demon? Maybe Hero? I couldn’t quite remember. I glanced at the others, but they were just as caught up in the excitement of arriving as I was.

“Come on in, ladies,” Reva said, stepping aside to let us explore the setup. “We’ve got drinks inside, and the fridge is packed. Plus, the rest of the girls are in there.”

Karmen whistled low, nudging me as we walked past. “You think they have a hot tub in there too?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” I said with a grin.

Raven was the first one in Meg’s RV, and I was the last. As soon as I stepped inside, I could see why she was in such a hurry. The place was incredible. It didn’t feel like an RV at all—it felt like a full-fledged home on wheels, complete with all the comforts and space anyone could want.

The main area was spacious, with two large couches on either side, upholstered in soft, neutral tones that made the space feel cozy yet elegant. The couches were big enough for all of us to sprawl out on, and they faced each other, making it easy to chat or just relax. A large TV was mounted on the wall, and there was even a small fireplace underneath it, crackling with a fake but convincing flame.

Eleven of us were milling around inside—Meg, Cyn, Reva, Raven, Nikki, Karmen, Wendy, and three that I assumed were Greta, Lennox, and Paige, but even with everyone in here, it didn’t feel crowded. That’s how spacious this RV was. Therewas plenty of room to move around without bumping into each other.

“Can you believe this?” Nikki asked, her eyes wide as she took in the place. “This is nicer than my actual house.”

“Same,” Karmen agreed, sinking into one of the couches with a contented sigh. “I could live here.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I said with a grin as I made my way further inside.

The kitchen was off to the right, and it was stunning. Full-sized stainless steel appliances gleamed under recessed lighting. There was a large fridge, a full oven, a microwave, and even a dishwasher—everything you’d find in a regular house. The countertops were a beautiful polished granite, and there was a deep farmhouse sink. Cabinets lined the walls, stocked with everything we’d need for the weekend, and then some.

Raven was already in the kitchen, opening cabinets and poking around. “Meg, you weren’t kidding when you said you were ready for anything,” she called out. “You’ve got enough food here to feed an army.”

“Or just us,” Meg laughed, squeezing past Reva to join Raven in the kitchen. “I like to be prepared. You never know what we might feel like eating.”

Further down the way, past the kitchen, was a hallway that led to the sleeping quarters. On each side, there were bunk beds built into the wall, each with its own curtain for privacy. The beds were made up with soft-looking blankets and plenty of pillows, and I could easily imagine the kids having a blast climbing up and down the bunks during family trips.

But it wasn’t just the kids who’d love it—honestly, I kind of wanted to climb into one of those cozy little nooks myself. The way they were built into the wall made them feel like little hideaways, perfect for reading or napping.

“That’s where I’ll be sleeping,” Raven joked, peeking into one of the bunks. “Feels like a little nest.”

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