Brand dialed his father, who was still at work. He was sure his daddio wasn't gonna be too happy being interrupted, but it was necessary. "Brand, are you okay? Why are you calling me?" His father asked when he picked up the phone. Brand was moving around the house getting a small bag for necessities ready. "I'm going on a roadtrip with Z and Lukas for the next few days. Is that cool with you?" He asked plainly. Most parents would be all over with the questions, but one of the good things about Brand's father...

"Ice cool. Just shoot me a text at least once a day, and lemme know when you're heading back." Parenting 101 model right there. "Thanks, pops." Brand replied before saying good-bye and hanging up. Now...where was that coffee money again?

Lukas started to run faster and faster, testing the water. "Maybe he was right, maybe this isn't that crazy?" He asked himself, his feet moving quicker with every step. Pretty soon the scenery around him was blurring, the wind whipping his hair around. Lukas laughed at how great this feeling felt. And then suddenly there was a big "BAM!", his whole body hurt real bad, and he was sitting in a pile of trash bags. He rubbed his head, wincing. "I gotta look ahead when I do that...and learn how to stop."  He had ran himself into a garbage dump that was a good 10 miles away from his house.