Fics like to feel the rush of having no tomorrows

The drive from Austin, Texas to the west coast in California is far longer than Carlos ever expected. He knew, on paper, on Google maps. He knew that it would take hours and hours and hours, with both sights and stops along the way, but somewhere around El Paso, not even out of the state, he began to wonder why he didn’t fly. Because he wanted to take his car; that’s why. Because he’s giving up so much routine and familiarity to go on this trip that taking his car, the one thing that has given him more control over his own life since he was that sixteen-year-old who wanted to go traveling was his car, so he needed that. Needs that. Still, by the time he drives into the underground parking lot of his new home for the next week, searching for the number eighteen for his spot just feels like the beginning of his journey. — After witnessing his father's near-death experience, Carlos needs to get away. He ends up in California, finding more than just himself in the process.

Fics like to feel the rush of having no tomorrows

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