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That was profound.
Pretty fucking smart.
I grinned at Zellman. He was dreaming about the unicorn, I bet.
Cross looked guarded.
I was normally jaded and mistrusting, but what Cross said earlier today was right. It was different when it came to the crew. My love for the crew was pure. It might've been one of the only pure loves I felt, but it was there.
I let go of anything lingering toward Jordan. He was crew. He was family.
I'd let Cross shift through the rest.
"I love you too, Jordan."
His eyes gleamed, and his tears fell. "Really?"
I nodded. "Really. And if I didn't say it before, I'm sorry what happened to your sister."
"You don't have any idea how much that means to me. No idea." He wiped a hand over his nose, sniffing. "Thank you. I mean it. Thank you."
Zellman shot a hand up. "High-five, brother."
He reached just a little above Jordan's knee, and he slapped it.
Jordan looked at me again. I saw the gratefulness there, and I was glad I'd pushed my doubt away. But I purposely didn't look at Cross. I didn't want to see his reservations. In fact, I tried not to look until after the fire was dead. The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, making the sky a dark purple.
Jordan squinted, groaning. "Shit. I'm not stupid drunk--I'm way past that. I am totally dumb drunk, and we gotta be out of here in four hours."
Zellman sat up, rubbing his eyes. He'd fallen asleep earlier and snored half the night. He looked a little more refreshed than the rest of us. That wasn't saying much. Scratching his cheek, he pulled up the hood from his sweatshirt so it fell over his forehead. He yawned once more before closing his eyes.
He was going to fall asleep sitting like that if we didn't move.
Too late.
He started snoring again, his head back in his hood and his legs crossed over each other. He'd stay like that till someone pushed him over.
"I can't go to sleep," Jordan said. "If I do, I won't get up in four hours to drive back."
Cross stood up. "I'll drive. We can go now before we all fall asleep."
Jordan peered at him, his eyelids heavy. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. It's annoying how sober I am. Come on." Cross motioned again. "I'm good to drive. I just need coffee, lots of it."
We picked up the mess we'd made, which was a slow and painful process. Jordan wasn't the only one drunk. I was still seeing double, but Cross zipped around, all stealthy and sober-like. If I watched him too much, I was going to fall over from dizziness.
Once we got in the truck and got moving, Jordan and Zellman started snoring right away in the back. I curled up in the front passenger seat, waking when we stopped at a gas station. Cross was the only one to get out, and his return was marked more by the whiff of his coffee than his door opening and closing.
We all slept through the rest of the ride, except for him.
When we parked, Jordan and Zellman climbed out after me, heading inside.
"What are you doing?" I turned to them.
Jordan waved to the house. "We're sleeping here. Fuck waiting."
So that's what happened.
