Road Trip! #1 of the FNF series :)

Heyyy! Ik I've been ded and not posting for a while but finally, here it is! The story I've been debating on posting!

This is for the Friday Night Funkin fandom :)))

“WAKE UP AMI!!!”

Ameila shifted her head. It was seven in the morning, and she didn’t want to wake up yet.

“Mmpf… wait…”

“WAKE UP!!!!”

Her boyfriend, Keith, was bouncing all over the place, screaming at her to wake up.

“COMEONTODAYISTHEDAYYYY!!!”

“The day of what…?”

“ROAD TRIPPP!!!”

Amelia groaned and groggily sat up. Apparently Keith had told many of their friends to meet at her house so they could go on a road trip to the beach.

“I’m coming...Are you dressed?”

“YES!!!”

“Oh...alright.”

As Keith sped out of the room, Amelia tugged on her red dress, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs.

“So we need sunscreen, mats, umbrellas…”

“Ami, I already told the people that are coming to get everything!”

“Uh-huh. And who is driving?”

Keith opened his mouth to reply, then shut it.

Amelia smiled.

“Um...I- Well, we’ll figure it out,” Keith said sheepishly.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Amelia moved to answer the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see Skid, Pump, and their father. 

“EEP! Er..I mean hello, sir.”

The lemon-headed demon growled a barely audible “I heard that” and went to sit on the sofa.

“ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP!!!” screamed Skid.

“YAYAYAYAYYAY!” yelled Pump.

Keith was attempting to call someone on his phone, but they weren’t picking up.

“PICK IT UP! BEEP BOOP!”

Ami just rolled her eyes and sat on the table.

***

“GET UP SOLDIER!”

Pico screamed and jolted awake. His adoptive father, Tankman, stood at the door, with his iconic mask already on.

“Today’s the day you go to the beach. Remember that road trip?”

Pico nodded, slowly.

“THEN GET DRESSED!”

Pico let out an ‘Ugh’ at the sound of this, as he was planning on staying in all day, but got up and went to wash his face.

After he washed off the shock, he went to the breakfast table. Steve, his adoptive uncle, was sleepily reading the news.

“Pico, remember to wear your mask. We don’t need Corona.”

“But Uncle, you’ve survived Ebola and smallpox!”

“Still, you need to wear that mask!”

“FFFFFFFF-Fine.”

“No swearing here, young man.”

Tankman whisked away Pico as soon as he finished his breakfast, and practically threw Pico onto the car.

They were planning to go to the Philadelphia International Airport to meet up with Pico’s frenemy, Kagama, and his sister’s friend.

“Dad- my things…”

“In the car.”

“Phone?”

“Here.”

“How long-”

“Twelve minutes.”

“The airplane ride, I mean.”

“Two hours. And you better stay close to your friends.”

Pico let out a long sigh.

Two hours with the most frustrating person alive.

Seriously, is this trip worth it?

***

Pico rolled his suitcase over the tracks of the door leading into the airport terminal. He scanned the very bright and very loud building for a very bright pink bow and strawberry blonde hair. Even though he hadn’t even checked in yet, the front was crowded. It smelt like french fries, with gasoline poured over it and leather dumped in. Pico heard banging noises as a family scrambled past him and to the check in desk, then practically ran to Terminal Four. He tried to grab one of his usual weapons in his pocket, then remembered that he was in an airport and weapons weren’t allowed. He felt very vulnerable now, as if he was in his school all over again…

He was so focused on this point that he didn’t realize he had walked right into Monika, who gave a very exaggerated scream and fell on the ground. Pico tugged her back up.

“Geez, calm down. The floor’s nasty, you don’t know if there is some virus laying on it.”

Monika sniggered and hugged Pico. “Nice to see ya again!”

“Same to you...Can you put your mask back on though?”

“Oh! Right, sorry, I forgot.”

Monika slapped her mask back on then started dragging her carry-on—and Pico— with her.

“C’mon, my brother’s waiting at Terminal Seven’s check in!”

“Great...Why’d he hafta come?”

“He was ‘invited’! What, you got a problem with him?”

Pico reluctantly shook his head. He did have a problem with Kagama; he just didn’t want to elaborate right now.

Monika watched as he was pushed through security, with them confisticating one of his pocket knifes he didn’t know he had in his shoulder pocket. It was very uncomfortable, being poked at, especially since Pico wasn’t used to people touching him at all. Heck, when his own father tried to hug him once, he got a knife pointed at his face. But now, he had no knife. Or weapon, for that matter. He could only grimace and let himself be poked.

Tugging his suitcase over to where Monika was standing, he momentarily breathed a sigh of relief before noticing who she was talking to…

“You spelled your name M-O-N-I-K-A on your passport.”

“You got a problem?”

“It’s M-O-N-I-C-A.”

“Look, brother, I honestly don’t need you worrying about my name!”

Kagama let out a very audible sigh before noticing Pico.

“Pico! How’s it been in Philadelphia? Grown any taller?”

Pico rolled his eyes.

“Not the best place for height jabs, loser.”

Admittingly, Pico was pretty short for his age. Kagama was a head taller than him.

“Aww, Shorty here is annoyed.”

Monika butted in.

“Guys, we have like, an hour to get to the plane! Let’s get something to eat first, okay? Argue later!”

She waved her arms angrily, and the two stopped...for now.

Getting lunch wasn’t great, as Pico and Kagama snipped at each other left and right, fighting over silly things, like who’s going to pay for the food, and giving Monika a migraine.

“Remember your mask!”

“I did, you idiot!”

“Put it on!”

“I was gonna away!”

“Guys, shut up! We have thirty minutes to get to the terminal!” Monika groaned, and Pico and Kagama engaged in a staring contest.

Waiting at the terminal didn’t go much better. It just gave the two more time to fight.

“Seriously, guys. The security is staring at us! STOP FIGHTING!”

Everything around Pico glitched for a second, and he closed his mouth, confused. Kagama looked unaffected.

Monika went back on her phone.

“Attention. You many start boarding the plane to Los Angeles now.”

Kagama popped up and put on his backpack. Monika grabbed her carry on, and Pico just got up.

They walked to the boarding section, and got their tickets checked, and backpacks.

“Attention. We have limited the boarding space because of the virus. Please keep your masks on expect to eat and drink. Please do not take it off, and keep your items secured. Thank you and enjoy your flight.”

Tankman had somehow managed to get the three of them VIP seats in the front. Pico was pretty impressed until Monika stole the window seat and he had to sit next to Kagama.

“Stop leaning on me!”

“I am not!”

“You are touching me!”

“Look, I am not!”

“Ugh...you were.”

“Stop making a big deal about everything!”

“No, you!”

Just then the plane blasted off into the air.

Finally,

Thought Pico, as he clinged onto his seat for dear life.

What he didn’t know was that he was grabbing into Kagama’s arm.

Strangely, Kagama didn’t say anything.

hooo boi romance is comin soon