Before today, this is something my parents never would have allowed: going on an overnight trip with my boyfriend. But now that we are officially done with high school, legal adults, and about to leave for college, I think they are practicing on releasing us slowly, giving us some trust and hoping we don’t let them down, just to ease their minds about starting our adult lives.
It’s a big step for all of us, to say the least.
Dean finally manages to take his seat behind the wheel and we both pull our seatbelts on with everyone grouped around each of our windows. My mom and his aunt are both telling us to behave, secretly we know what that means: don’t have sex. And my dad and his uncle are going over rules for us to remember: wear your seatbelt, call if we need anything, and then his uncle goes through a check list of what to do if we find ourselves stranded on the side of the road. That’s something I actually listen to. I have no idea how to change a tire.
Dean gives me a look and I can read it automatically. It says: are you ready?
I smile with my eyes wide while softly nodding my head so the adults don’t notice. He turns his attention to the windshield as he turns the key. The truck roaring to life drowns out the sounds of our guardians still chattering nervously at our windows.
He shifts into drive and they slowly start backing away, however they are still talking a mile a minute. I don’t even know how they expect us to hear them with the truck as loud as it is, or with them trying to talk over each other.
When they have taken a few steps back, Dean gives the truck gas and we begin moving forward, leaving our concerned parents behind us. This is the start of our first adult weekend — the start of our future.