Who: Zoey and Eric What: Cruising around in Eric's car, and then crashing a camp site. When: Tuesday early evening, August 26th/09 Where: Eric's car on some high way, and then some camp site. Status: Complete Rating: Uh, PG-13 but Eric swears a lot and smokes pot, so.
Zoey pulled at her hair tie and let her hair fall loose, she rolled down the window and let the air rush across her face. She smiled brightly, as Eric's music blasted as they sped down the highway. Zoey enjoyed moments like this, she does not have a license so it was rare for her to go out of town. She closed her eyes letting her head rest on the seat.
"Don't pass out on me," Eric said, nudging the side of her stomach. His music was blaring obnoxiously out through the windows and the sun roof, and the subs made it even worse. Lyrics were barely discernable through the blasting bass. He hadn't known what he wanted to do, so they'd ended up just driving. Both of their dorm rooms were tied up, campus was crawling with lame people participating in the lame welcome week shit and and nothing cool happened on weekdays at bars. So they'd ended up driving. It was more difficult to drive around in Albany, so he liked to take advantage when he was at school. "I'll be fucking pissed if you do."
Zoey popped open one eye at Eric's comment, "Someone's a bit grumpy," she mocked making a silly face. She adjusted herself and sat up letting her arm dangle out the window the air fluttered over it making her body cool down. Zoey enjoyed hanging out with Eric they had quite a bit in common through film, not to mention she loved to tease him. She laid her bed back on the seat wrenching it in his direction "So where are we heading exactly?" she asked out of curiosity.
"Not grumpy," Eric retaliated immediately, flashing her one of his trademark charming grins. "Just totally defeats the purpose of driving around with someone if they're passed out." And hanging out with Zoey was pretty decent. She was low maintenance, didn't expect anything of him and was always good for a casual hook up with zero consequences afterward, not to mention they worked great together in class. Zoey was uncomplicated fun and after the fucking freak show that he'd put himself through with Callas, he was in dire need of uncomplicated. "I don't know. Wherever. Any requests?"
Zoey laughed a bit at Eric's trademark smile, she wondered how many girls he had lured in with that look. Zoey could admit he was good looking and it only proved to help her fool around with him more. She bit her lip while thinking of where they could go. Zoey leaned forward gazing around the car, "Well..." she said craning her neck to check out what was in the back seat, "We could either drive around aimlessly or actually find somewhere to go..." she then turned her attention to the glove compartment before her. Zoey opened it to reveal one of Eric's video camera's she picked it up and shot a devious smile towards Eric before flipping it open, "We could find something interesting to film." She flipped open the camera and started recording, "What say you Eric!"
Eric had no idea that he had a camera stashed away in his glove department, although it shouldn't have surprised him. His more professional one was back at campus, but this one was a pretty decent HD camera that got the job done too. As soon as he noticed the camera on him, he rolled his eyes although he did like being on film. Just not as much as being behind it (yes, that was directly at odds with his attention-whore self). "Like what? Chronicle the life of a hitchhiker? Documentary on road kill?"
Zoey merely smiled deviously when Eric rolled his eyes. She always enjoyed putting him on the spot but much to her dismay he always had something witty to comment back with. She zoomed in on his eyes awaiting a much needed glare, if she had the film on her computer she would add much needed dramatic music perhaps something similar to the score from Jaws. "We could do some guerrilla style Blair Witch-esque crap." she joked referring to the thick wood starting to form on either side of them. They seemed to be near campsites. "Or..." she focused the camera on his mouth now. "Bow chicka wow wow."
"Bow chicka wow wow," he repeated, his eyes falling on her, then the camera, then the road and finally his speedometer. Oops, he was about thirty miles over the limit. Oh well. "I like that idea."
Zoey raised an eyebrow at him and snapped the camera shut. "You are too predictable to make a good film!" she said pouting a bit. It wasn't a surprise that was what he had his mind on, knowing Eric there wasn't a point in time when he didn't think of sex. "You know what would be fun..." Zoey bit her lip while looking around and reading a sign they just passed, "We could raid an open campground..." looked over to him with a sly grin, "Start a bonfire, and don't tell me that you have no alcohol with you."
He hated being predictable, even if he knew that he could be. Still, being told that he was flicked some switch in him to not be and it was just his own stubborn nature. He noticed the sign when she did and completely slammed on his breaks. Considering how fast he was going, it was almost enough for some whiplash. And then he reversed and swung in to the entrance with a dangerous turn. "No alcohol. Got a pipe and an 8th bag in the pocket on the back of your seat.
Zoey flung forward a bit with Eric's jolting break and braced herself while he turned. She did trust Eric but sometimes he drove crazily. "Aww man really?" Zoey said whining at the fact there was no alcohol. She much preferred that over smoking up but it didn't look like they had much choice unless they came across something on the way. She fished out the pipe nonetheless. She threw it on his lap. "You probably could just park up there." she pointed to an empty spot in the designated parking lot where you walk to the campsites from.
"Really," Eric confirmed, completely unapologetically. Served her right for calling him unpredictable. He rested a hand over the bag with the weed and pipe in it and then easily pulled into the empty parking spot. Jamming the bag in his pocket, he took his car keys out and put them in his other pocket, where his lighter was too. "You grabbing the camera?"
Zoey looked at Eric in surprise, then flipped it open, "Roger," she said happily exiting the car and running down a random path. She hid behind some bushes waiting for Eric to follow after her. She aimed the camera so it peered through leaves.
That was one thing about Zoey's endless energy. She was always running off somewhere randomly, occasionally popping out to scare him. He didn't understand that sort of energy. Yeah, he liked to run and work out and shit occasionally to keep in shape for soccer but ... so much effort. "Zoeeeyyy," he called out, idly wondering if he should just spark up the joint now. "Come out, come out wherever the fuck you are."
Zoey laughed in head about the fact that Eric could barely say a sentence without including fuck or shit. She watched on the screen as he passed her with his back facing to her. "And here we see the North American Palmer," she said in a nature narrator voice, "Although the Palmer is not indigenous to these woods he is trying his best to track his prey..." She was trying extremely hard not to giggle.
"Seriously, Zoey," Eric continued, rolling his eyes. He passed by an old couple holding hand who glared at him. He glared back. Stupid old people. If he wanted to yell for Zoey, he would. If he wanted to fucking streak down the campsite, he would. But he didn't. Running barefoot down the path would hurt. "Ten seconds and I'm turning back to the car and leaving you here." The worst part about that was that it wouldn't be out of character for him to do that.
Zoey decided to give up as she knew Eric was the type to actually leave her in the middle of no where, not that he had done it yet, but she wouldn't take any chance. "Fine!" she said like a child having to give up, she ran up behind his and ruffled his hair, "You know, sometimes you're no fun."
At the hair ruffle, he reached back behind him and caught Zoey by the waist, craning his neck to see her for a second before setting her free and letting her fall into step. "Sometimes you're a dork," he retaliated. "We're even." He reached to tug the camera out of her hand.
Zoey was caught a bit off guard by him grabbing her by the waist, she never knew what to expect with Eric. She merely searched his eye as to what he was thinking but as always he was hard to read. When she was released they kept on walking, "Whatevs, you know you love it." she smiled. Suddenly she felt him tug at the camera and pull it out of her hands. "Hey!" she said her hand following it trying to snatch it back.
"When it gets me laid," Eric muttered, and it was an asshole thing to say but he was feeling particular asshole-y lately. Getting baked would help. When she reached for the camera, he held it up high, using his height to his advantage so she couldn't reach it. "Easy, Zoey. We're still recording, by the way."
Zoey finally gave up when he used his height to his advantage. She merely smacked his arm at the comment. She decided to head right on the forked path. "You should watch what you say." Zoey said teasing Eric, he wouldn't have her so easily, she liked putting up a fight.
He brought the camera back down when she surrendered, training it on her ass as he trailed a few steps behind her. When she glanced back, he lowered it to her legs. "When have I ever watched my mouth before? My uncensored comments are just part of my charm."
Zoey whipped around so that she was walking backwards in front of Eric. "Oh right, I forgot that you were Prince Charming." She stuck her tongue out at him then whirled around again, she could smell smoke in the air, they must be getting close to some campsites.
The camera went back from her legs to her ass, and then up toward her vibrant hair and then finally to some trees on the side. "Don't do it again," he warned jokingly and then continued to head up the trail. "Okay, your job is to start looking for an empty one. If there's people there, they'll forgive a tiny redhead. Me, they'll fucking pull out a shotgun or something."
Zoey looked back at Eric and rolled her eyes, "I suppose you aren't very charming after all." with that remark she sped up ahead of him her red hair flapping behind her. She was happy that she wore shorts today as it was pretty hot out still. The first one she passed had what looked to be a family. We certainly have to find one farther away from this. she continued up the path as it forked once again. Luckily there was two grounds deserted, both with fire pits, they were far enough away so that they wouldn't get into trouble either.
She began to run back towards Eric. "There's two free ones up at the fork there," Zoey called back.
"Sweet," he replied back easily, passing the camera back to her as if it were some sort of reward for her hard work or something. Well, more like he'd be lighting up pretty soon and needed free hands but whatever. "Which one's better?" he asked as they head back up the trail.
She smiled as he handed her back the camera. This time letting him pass by her, "The one on the left has some logs to sit on." she recalled. She filmed his hair and zoomed in closer, "By the way Eric, what shampoo do you use, I can see the silky smoothness from here." Zoey laughed, Eric was known to groom himself well.
Wordlessly, he started up head up toward the one on the left. At her question, he rolled his eyes but he was smirking a bit in amusement. "Yeah, I know. I'm a fucking shampoo commericial. Maybe we can satire one for one of our next assignments. Hey, not bad." He looked around the campsite when they stepped in and immediately headed for the logs and pulled out the baggie in his pocket. "Finally."
Zoey merely laughed at his comment no doubt he was smirking. She aimed the camera at his butt for a short moment as she was sure he did the same, it was Eric after all. She clicked it shut as they entered the camp ground. It was nice for finding it randomly, she walked behind him as he sat down, she let her hand fall over his shoulder from behind and dropped the camera in his lap. "You are predictable," Zoey reiterated referring to the baggie pulled out of his pocket, she passed in front of him and searched around the campsite for kindling.
She bent down and found many small twigs among leaves, she grabbed as much as she could in her arms and dropped them in the pit.
"Hey, thanks for taking care of that," he said, gesturing to the kindling she was starting to collect. Clearly, he didn't give enough of a shit about that right now. Just smoking up. He put the camera down beside him rather than on his lap where it'd end up sliding off, and then got the weed going in the pipe. Once that was done, he got it lit and then took a long hit. Yep. This was good. Good enough that he wouldn't rip Zoey's head off for calling him predictable again. "Want a hit?"
"I rather start the fire first," she said snatching his lighter, Zoey was a tad afraid about being in the dark in the middle of the woods, plus it would get colder. She lit the bottom of the kindling in several places letting it flare up, she then sat down on the ground in front of the log Eric was sitting on, she pressed her foot up against the pit. She snatched the pipe away from him next and took a fair hit. She wasn't extremely fond of weed, but she would have a hit on occasion.
Eric preferred weed to alcohol because it chilled him, rather than get him all hopped up, he never lost control, didn't have to worry about throwing up or hangovers and etc. It was just ... better. After she took the hit, he shook his head. "Hits aren't free. You owe me now."
She turned around to hand him the pipe back with a confused look on her face, "Okay, so how many times have you borrowed my money to pay me back?" she laughed, "What could I possibly owe you!"
"I only do that because you always make me buy you drinks," Eric said with a roll of his eyes. His credit card bill was generally picked up by his parents so money wasn't really an issue, but Zoey wasn't someone he was trying to charm. The no strings attached agreement meant not having to buy her shit. But he didn't want her money. He'd be willing to be paid back in other ways. He took another hit. "Great sex?" he suggested dryly, and then went for hit number three.
Zoey opened her mouth to deny the fact that she made him buy drinks but she couldn't protest because it was true, but she knew he didn't REALLY pay for it, it was his parents, or so he often gloated. She raised an eyebrow at his next comment, "One track mind, are we?" Zoey said getting up to grab another stick to stoke the fire. She found a decent sized one and bent over the fire making sure that every twig was getting lit.
"We're in the middle of the woods, bumming in some campsite we didn't even pay for. What the fuck else am I supposed to think about?" He managed another hit before handing the pipe off her to her. All right, he still had to drive back. No point in getting completely fucked too soon. He was better off pacing it. "How's the fire looking? We should go steal some marshmallows or something."
Zoey stoked it further then looked over her shoulder, wrapping her hair to the right side of her neck, "It's going pretty good now I think." Zoey thought it would be funny to tease Eric she turned back to the fire, "Sooo predictable Eric," she said wiggling her bum a bit as a joke.
Eric was very sick of teasing and very sick of games. Callas had done enough of those to last him a life time -- and apparently ended up with feelings for him, or so she deliriously allowed herself to believe -- so he just rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered. Apparently he couldn't think of anything else to say so he left it at that.
She plopped herself back down beside Eric on the log before snatching his pipe away and taking a long last hit, before slowly blowing the smoke out from her mouth, that was her favourite part about smoking. "That's enough for me," she said blowing the last bit of smoke out of her mouth and handing the pipe back to him.
There hadn't been much weed in the small pipe to begin with, and now there was just enough for one last hit. So he took it, and then put the pipe back in the bag which went back into the pocket. And then he relaxed a bit. "What'd you do this weekend?" Mundane question, but the silence wasn't cutting it for him.
Zoey smiled with a little laugh while she leaned forward relaxing her elbows on her legs, "Got drunk, almost hooked up with a girl..." she said disinterested, "Woke up in Josh's bed... went again and messed around.... pretty much it." It wasn't anything new to Zoey besides waking up in Josh's bed, as it was out of the ordinary.
"Josh's bed?" Eric repeated, his mind buzzing pleasantly. "You two finally fucking?"
Zoey scoffed at the thought, "No way, I just passed out there and forgot I had done so, surprised you didn't see Josh post drunk online." She reminded herself to get him back for that. "With Josh it's different you know?" It was totally true, they had been friends since freshman year, and she wouldn't jeopardize that because he was good looking and that they could have a good time. If they ever hooked up it would be because there was something there.
"I have better things to do," Eric said with a shrug. "Whatever. You two will end up fucking at some point. He doesn't have that girlfriend anymore, does he?" He didn't always pay attention to what Zoey babbled on about, but he did remember Josh's girlfriend being a bit of an annoyance for her.
"Yup, finally," she said, it was no joke that Juliet and Zoey didn't get along. "Aww you remembered." she said ruffling his hair for the second time. Zoey never knew if Eric ever listened to what she was saying but she was happy that he cared enough to remember something.
"Don't let it get around," he muttered, ducking his head from her hand. "And don't tousle my hair."