CHAPTER 7- ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE
“Hey Carrie, you sure you know where we’re going?” Jay impatiently asked from the driver’s seat.
“Yes, I'm positive, at least I think I'm positive. Just keep following this road for a few more miles. You saw the sign back there, we can’t be far,” Carrie replied, shuffling through her road maps and printed Mapquest directions.
“I sure as hell hope so,” Melody said, clearly sounding annoyed. “We've been driving for over three hours now with no stops and my legs are really starting to get cramped up. I got to piss really bad, too.”
“Damn this town sucks!” Jay shouted as he punched the steering wheel. “My stomach is growling. Where the hell’s McDonald’s? I don't think I'm going to make it much further unless I get some grub.”
“Okay, I think everybody needs to just take a chill pill and relax,” Patty replied cheerfully. “I mean, look at me. I am perfectly fine, and I think this has been a wonderful trip so far.”
Melody turned around and glared at Patty, and Carrie could tell she was ready to flip out, so when Melody opened her mouth to say something, Carrie interrupted, “Hey, there’s a diner! Pull over.”
Jay quickly threw on his right turn signal and made a sharp turn into the empty gravel parking lot.
Jamal followed lead and pulled in right beside him as the rain continued to beat down on them.
Everyone exited their vehicles, and made a run for it, entering the otherwise empty diner as the bell on the door rang every time one of them opened it.
“Hey they’re open, who's up for some food?” Jay exclaimed, shaking the rain off of his jacket.
Everyone replied with a chorus of “me” and “hell yeah.” Carrie, glancing nervously at her watch, wasn’t that excited. It was already a quarter till four, and they still weren't exactly sure where they were going, and had a hell of a lot of setting up to do. Plus, the heavy rain didn’t help much, either.
The diner was small with just a few white square Formica tables pushed up against one wall. Along the other side ran the counter. Its five metal stools all had old red-leather cushions. Overhead, a metal fan spun soundlessly, but nothing in the room seemed to be moving, not even the air. There were also booths running along the wall closest to the door, but they were very dirty, like they hadn’t been cleaned for 10 or more years, so the group opted to sit up by the counter. All in all, the entire diner looked like something out of the 1950s. In fact, if it wasn’t for the big sign with neon lights pointing to it, they might have never found it in that blinding downpour.
“Yo, anybody here?” Jamal yelled, his voice echoing all around them.
Carrie had the distinct feeling that everyone in Crystal Lake must have fled right before they arrived, with the instincts of animals before a hurricane strikes. Just then an old lady, who appeared to be in her sixties, emerged from behind the kitchen.
“You can have a seat wherever, I'll be right with you,” the woman replied in a hoarse voice.
“Excuse me, miss,” Melody said. “Where are your restrooms?”
The woman just stared at her for a moment before replying with a simple, “down the hall” and disappeared behind the saloon-like double doors.
Everyone except Carrie had to go, so she sat down at the counter to wait.
The rest of the group joined her shortly after, and when the old lady noticed everyone was sitting down, she came with menus.
As she passed out the menus, they noticed her nametag said “Rosie” on her orange-and-white checkered outfit.
Everyone except for Patty ordered a cheeseburger and a Coke. Patty, on the other hand, ordered two cheeseburgers, a side of chili fries, and a Diet Coke.
Rosie took the order without saying more then two words and returned to the kitchen.
“Damn girl, you think you ordered enough?” Jamal asked.
“Yeah what's up with the "Diet" Coke?” Slax added without too much enthusiasm.
“What do you think it means, silly?” Patty replied, playfully punching his arm. “It means I finally started my diet that I’ve been talking so much about.”
That got a roar of laughter from everyone else, including Patty, who didn't really understand why.
“You’re proud of me, right Slax?” Patty asked, ending the laughter.
Slax just looked around and replied with a sarcastic “Yeah, sure.”
Patty's face seemed to drop, and everything grew quiet.
“I give you mad props girl,” Louie chimed in.
“Aww thanks Louie,” Patty replied with a smile. “Even though I'm not sure what mad props means, I will take that as a compliment.”
Louie just leaned back and grinned from ear to ear.
Jamal just glared at him and said, "Man, wipe that stupid ass grin off your face! You look like a character from Sesame Street.”
“What's up with that shit bro, why you always got to be cock blocking me?” Louie fired back defensively.
“Man shut the fuck up,” Jamal retaliated. “You don't have a cock to block.”
Louie and Jamal then seemed to argue for another five minutes, while the others just sat there and laughed.
Patty seemed to be very interested in what they had to say and the language they used, while Jay and Slax had their heads on the table from laughing so hard.
“Is everything okay, Carrie?” Melody asked, noticing Carrie was off in her own world somewhere.
“Yeah I'm cool,” Carrie answered. “I just hope everything goes okay out there.”
“What do you mean, everything goes okay?” Melody stated, worried.
Carrie thought about telling her best friend about the nightmare she had, but then decided against it, since Melody was never really wanted to come out here in the first place.
“Oh, you know, just the normal shit, like if the lighting is good, and if all the cops have cleared out yet,” Carrie responded, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“I'm sure everything will be just fine,” Melody assured her with a hug.
Shortly after that, the food arrived and everyone scarfed it down quickly.
Rosie left the check and Carrie paid for it all. After a few protests from Jay and Jamal, she was able to convince them that she had it covered.
Everyone hurried back to their vehicles to try to stay as dry as possible, and they again concentrated on making it to camp.
Carrie was reading directions to Jay, and they were just about to pull back out onto the road when a yellow taxicab zoomed into the parking lot beside them.
“Hang on everybody, I am going to double check with that taxi driver,” Carrie informed them.
“Okay, you want me to come with you?” Jay asked.
“No, it will only take a minute,” Carrie replied, disappearing back out into the rain to meet the driver, who was getting out of the cab.
“Excuse me sir,” Carrie called out as she approached the driver, who had all kinds of weird tattoos, and smelled horribly of body odor. Carrie now wished Jay had come along with her after all.
“Sir, HA. You can call me Gabriel. Now what can I do for your fine little self,” the cabbie asked as he picked his wedgie.
“How far is Camp Crystal Lake from here?” Carrie asked, trying not to breathe through her nose.
“Camp Crystal Lake?!” Gabriel weirdly stated. “Well I'll be damned. This must be the weirdest coincidence ever. Cause you see, I just brought this fellow…” Gabriel tried to continue, but was cut off by Jamal beeping the horn and screaming for her to get a move on and to get out of the rain.
“I'm sorry but we are really in a hurry,” Carrie rushed, trying to sound apologetic.
Gabriel sighed. “Look doll, just continue down that road and make a left onto a dirt road. It’s right across the street from a cemetery, so you really can’t miss it. Then, just keep going straight on that dirt road, and it will lead you straight to the cabins.”
“Thank you so much sir,” Carrie grinned, and before Gabriel could respond, she was already jogging back to the van.
Gabriel then checked out her body a little more, wondering how well she would do in a wet t-shirt contest. Then she got back in the van and they sped off down the road to the same place he just took that Kevin fellow a short while ago.
“Dumb kids,” he mumbled under his breath before heading into the diner, “dumb kids.”
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