Another day of driving, and they were in Nevada. There was no snow here, the skies were clear, and Akio was beginning to realize that his plan was probably not going to work. How the hell was he supposed to get back to New York with no money? He should have run for it when they were in still Pennsylvania.
Well, he was never much good at these kinds of things.
He had somehow managed to score shotgun. Ryan sat in the back seat, playing on his gameboy, his lanky legs curled up to his chest. He honestly had no idea how this happened, but Levitan asked if he wanted to control the radio and Ryan had wordlessly climbed into the back.
Weird, he supposed, but kinda cool.
He was watching the hills roll by. It was sunny and warm, he’d ditched his jean jacket in favour of a rolling stones t-shirt. Levitan’s jacket was sitting beside them for once, which meant that Akio
