HAYDEN

The gravel crunched beneath Jason’s beat-up truck as it climbed the winding road toward the cabin. The sun was already beginning to set, streaking the sky in shades of orange and pink that made the trees look like they were on fire. I leaned my head against the window, watching the world blur past, but my mind was only half on the view.

As excited as I was for this trip. Our combined excitements couldn't beat how psyched Jason was.

Jason drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, ...